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She caught his eye as she slid across the room.
He had appeared to be engrossed in a less-than-appealing conversation with boring-looking older men in suits, then looked up briefly and spotted her.
He did a double take, she noticed, and then made sure to move quickly, so that when he looked up again, she was gone.
She succeeded.
This was not the first time it had happened, a quick glance, a whiff of perfume, he seemed to see her everywhere. It was amazing, eight years with barely a thought and all of a sudden someone can consume your world again, with just the swiftness that they left, without even a word tossed in your direction.
He wondered if he had made the right choice all of those years ago, after all.
It took 3 weeks for him to break. She had been standing in a corner, surveying the room with lowered eyes, when he suddenly appeared at her side. He started rambling incessantly, almost incomprehensible, before she pulled him into the next room.
It was just like the beginning.
It went on for weeks like this, maybe months. She had anticipated her return to town would be like this, a secret whirlwind. But this time she didn't mind, she had changed. He didn't ask questions about her, nor did she about him. It was glorious, it was secretive, it was wonderful, in its own way.
She wondered if maybe it would be best to stop before they got in too deep.
And so, the sneaking around at parties, and the late night visits became less frequent. She was distant, so was he. They hadn't talked much before, now they talked even less. It was funny, because in their first relationship, talking had been the backbone. Now, it was nonexistent.
They both thought it a miracle that nobody had figured them out.
Before she left that city for the second time, there was a party, not unlike the when she first fled. She looked at him across the room, and saw him talking to someone familiar this time, only then noticing the matching wedding bands they both wore. It was then that she realized there would be no last minute drunken ramblings and bursting into airports.
She vaguely remembered saying that maybe, one day, they would be perfect together, and for once, it dawned on her that she may have been right.
One never knows, she supposed.
End.
Note: I'm pretty sure I made it clear who the people were supposed to be. Just a quick oneshot that had been bothering me, hope you enjoyed, and please review!
Oh yeah, and a disclaimer, I OWN NOTHING!
