the same place. the same day. just not the same table.
it felt so surreal. the silence, the anguish, the lingering feeling of seeing light at the end of the tunnel.
no screaming, no shouting, no tears. just the sound of untold disappointment.
"more tea?"
"yes please."
"no, i had enough."
It was telling from the start.
"then i guess this is it. we have nothing more left to say."
no regrets.
i wish you all the best for your life ahead.
the end. a chapter closed on yet another step of life.
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