“I have tried to understand…” There were tears at the edge of his eyes.
She kept her face as impassive as possible, still as stone. “Have you?” She crossed her arms.
“If you ask, perhaps not. My failing. I just thought… I felt… You…” His head dropped; he broke the eye contact.
“I assume you are moving on then?”
He raised his glaze, locked his eyes on hers once again.
“That seems to be your wish.”
She nodded once.
He shook his head. “If only you would show some emotion, anything; anger, sadness, joy that I’m leaving; anything.”
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