There's no dialogue here, that was purposeful... Kind of a strange story, but I like it. Enjoy.

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Strength

She was sitting on the edge of the cliff, her head in her arms. Her long auburn hair cascaded down her back in soft curls. Her face was streaked with the tears of loss, pain and heartbreak.

Without her noticing, he stepped out from the trees behind her, a worried look on his normally smooth face. He didn’t know what to say; there was really nothing to say. What could be said, after what had been done? What he had done?

In a moment of courage, he stepped forward and lightly tapped her on the shoulder. She whipped her head around, eyes alight with anger. She stood up very quickly. She threw his hand off her and glared at him with venom that both surprised and scared him. But he knew that it was his own damn fault, and he would have to stay right where he was.

She opened her mouth, as if to say something, anything, that would hurt him just as much as he had hurt her, which would cut into his heart just like hers, but instead of being angry, she found her fury slowly ebbing, fading…

She threw herself at him, catching him off guard. Their lips met, and she tangled her hands in his long, neat black hair. His hands found her face, and clutched her to him. Her eyes shut as their lips moved with a synchronization that she had come to miss in their time apart. No one could kiss quite like him.

The kiss, like all good things, had to end sometime, and when they broke apart, their breathing was rough and ragged and her eyes were bright. And suddenly… There was a flick, a tiny… something that enabled her to realize the thing that she had been denying for a while now…

They could never be truly happy together, and it was foolish to try. He had broken her heart so many times that it was no longer accidental. He wasn’t the guy for her, and as this realization hit her, tears shone in her eyes again. He reached out, once, questioningly, to touch her face, but she shrugged it off, closing her eyes once more, letting the unshed tears fall. What did she care who saw?

When she did open her eyes, he was still there, pain and worry etched on his face. His eyes asked the question, and her crumpled face seemed to be the answer that he was both expecting and dreading. She touched his face, once, and seemed to resign herself to the idea of a life without him. Well, he would be there, but not in the same way. Never in the same way.

He kissed her forehead, once, tenderly, and she knew that he had realized what she had. Maybe he had known it for a while now, maybe not. Perhaps she was the only blind one of their old relationship. But the one thing that she was sure of was that when she opened her eyes this time, he would not be there. And she would have to be strong about it.

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