"Wouldn't this be a fine day to say goodbye" she laughed darkly.
She only had one person on her mind. She wanted to run into his arms and remain in his hold until the end of time. She mourned him like he was dead. The denial, anger, resentment, acceptance, and finally the happy memories. She really had loved him, probably more than he'd care to know.
Though now, her life had reached a point where she didn't need to hear from him to know he loved her equally as much, and she was happy with that. He loved her and she loved him. Anyone else he began to love after her was none of her concern. The only thing that mattered to her was that they had shared something beautiful and special, and no one could take that away from them.
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