"Three months," she said, not quite meeting his hazel eyes with her own green ones, "is a long time."
He was quiet.
She chanced a quick upward glance.
He had his eye closed and was taking a deep breath. He opened them as he slowly exhaled. As soon as his eyes locked onto hers, she snapped them back down to her scuffed black school shoes.
"In the grand scheme of things," he began, "it is not long at all."
His voice was low and on the verge of cracking with the sadness he felt.
"That's just like you," she said, shuffling her feet as she spoke. "Always looking for the bigger picture…" she trailed off and finally looked up.
Hazel eyes looked down as green looked up. They met, sending a flash of knowing through the owners of the eyes.
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As they stood together in the same hot June wind years later, that three months seemed almost as imperceptible as three seconds.