His fingers traced patterns across her soft, milky flesh. She sighed contentedly in her sleep and a grin spread across his face. She curled into him and he laid his arm across her warm back. He could have stayed like that forever.

Even after she left, her scent lingered in the room. He could still feel her warmth on the sheets, still see the slight indent in her pillow. He briefly entertained the idea of a shower but decided he didn't want to wash her away just yet. He wanted to bask in the afterglow of another of their meetings for just a few moments longer.


She thought writing it in a letter was a poor way to do it. Emailing him was even worse. And no, the phone wouldn't do either. It was her choice, even if it felt like she had none, and she'd do it properly. He deserved that much. But just as she wasn't sure exactly when she fell out of love, she didn't know the words to tell him it was over.

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