Sandals

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I looked at her beseechingly, hoping to see some kind of sign, maybe even a hint of affection. She merely continued staring at the sea. Its gentle waves were making their way to the shore, leaving their marks on the sandy beach.

I reached to touch her arm, but she quietly moved away. Sadly, I asked, “Are you sure there can’t be an us anymore? I’ll do anything.”

She took up her sandals and turned from me, but not without murmuring in that sweet yet melancholy voice, “No, not anymore.”

Tears sprung from my eyes as she left me with nothing but footprints and bittersweet memories.

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Image source: deviantart.com/leingad/art/Syros-34-714868133
First written December 13, 2017.
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