February 3, 2010

No one does it like you. (2)

She pressed her face against the cold window to watch him walk out into the dark January night. All she wanted was to be near him, and it seemed like they spent most of their time saying goodbye. Suddenly she felt desperate at the sight of his figure growing smaller as he walked away. She let out a wail and pounded frantically at the window. The deer who crept carefully nearby were startled into a run, but she didn't care. There was a singular goal. He heard her beating against the window and was bewildered, but ran back and inside to her out of concern. Suddenly she was back where she had wanted to be all along: in his arms, pretending the next goodbye was nowhere near.

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