the aftershock
Her: Do you miss me?
Him: No.
Her: Why not?
Him: Because. I. Don’t.
Her: Oh.
Him: So, how’s life?
But as the rebuilding begins, the memory of you returns. Shaking the foundations, cracking the walls and spilling what’s left of the broken glass into the street.
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