She stopped looking at him when he talks. Her eyes stopped meeting his accidentally. She eventually stopped wondering where she went wrong and realized she shouldn’t have gone anywhere down that road. She’s happy.

He regrets all the moments their eyes could have met, he misses the way she used to look at him when he talks and he realized he should have taken her hand to guide her through. Or not.

On a level, they’re equal. In a way, they’ll never meet.


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