18
Under the streetlights, Liam couldn’t stop the
emotions anymore.
He curled into a ball, as tears ran down his
face.
He could only watch her leave.
Jane never looked back.
He used to think that separation was the
worst.
But being close, and still so far, that was the
worst kind of torture.
She was the gold he’d found years ago.
く
worst kind of torture.
She was the gold he’d found years ago.
But now, she was no longer his, and he’d lost
her completely.
In a corner, Jane still shined, still doing amazing things.
He had to accept that Jane was fine without
him.
He was the only one who was still stuck in the
past.
(The End)
