Summer

He strode forward two steps and stopped, still several paces away, as if remembering why he'd left me alone and forcing himself to stay back. His mouth firmed into a thin line, eyes darting back and forth between mine.

The night sky let out a flash of lightning and he broke the connection to look up.

"You left me." Dropping his gaze back to me, the tortured, wrecked pain there told me how much it had cost him to do that, to walk away from me. "Thank you."

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