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Are both lives possible? The ocean tides pulled me to her smile; suddenly, I remembered it was always my laughter. My phone’s automatic memories bring me to our pictures; quickly, I recall how easy it was to let me leave. I’ve been gone for so long, but life finally feels better for me. It would
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I remember the weight of it all. How frozen I felt, how difficult it was to breathe in as if I- It happened in the fall; the leaves were changing colors. People yearn for companionship in their cozy spaces. They long to be wrapped in the arms of even past lovers as the winter blues
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Autumn stood outside Erin’s apartment, her heart racing with anticipation. They were ready this time, determined to embrace whatever might come about from the last encounter. But as they reached for the doorbell, they heard footsteps behind it. The door swung open, and there was Erin, but she wasn’t alone. A tall figure with frizzy
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The abrupt end of their conversation leaves Vince feeling a mix of emotions. He sets his phone down and takes a moment to gather his thoughts. Bitters, sensing his owner’s unease, nudges his hand with her nose, offering silent comfort. As Vince sits in his quiet living room, he reflects on the whirlwind of emotions
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Months have gone by where Vince has ignored emails, calls, and even the letters that were forwarded to his new house. The scenery of the city had grown on him in tremendously wrong ways since Emma left. There had been many overnights, along with month-long flings, but nothing to take the memories of her green
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The morning after, Emma wakes up to find Vince reading on the sofa. She asks if he wants to grab a coffee, and then they can pick up his luggage from Ellies. They head to the corner café; Vince sits at the table outside with Scotch while Emma goes inside to order. “The Americano as
Written Through These Amber Eyes 