
On repeat
October 6, 2012This is the way things are, she said. This is the way they have to be.
She had been told, once, that if she said things aloud enough times, they might have a better chance of coming true.
But I am not that person, and if that’s the case, you are not who you want to be. He had grown tired of telling her this. The door to the outside tugged at his attention.
She repeated herself, but this time, too softly for him to hear.
It’s time, he said, but he thought twice about squeezing her hand goodbye.
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