She stared long and hard at the white window sill. She saw the chipped paint with hairline cracks that reminded her of broken eggshells. She saw that a light was on behind the draped curtains, a confirmation that he was still in the room. She just stood there on the sidewalk – staring.

She thought she saw the curtains sway, but she was mistaken. A split-second after it moved, a gust of wind threw her hair in every direction, a confirmation that he didn’t even watch her leave.

At that point, she realized that all she can do then was stare.


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