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He had tousled blonde hair.
He had a scar on his lip.
A quick brain.
Sharp wit.
She had thought she was in love. He had known about her infection.
Used it to his advantage.
He hurt her so much by his betrayal.
Because he knew about her devotion, known about the way she would follow him.
Yet he didn't stay for her.
She buried her head in her hands.
Why didn't he stay for her?
She would have given him everything.
Then a calloused hand pulled her head up. She stared into swirling green eyes, her tears dried by his shirtsleeves. Together they walked until she could feel the sand under her toes.
He sat down with her, and they held each other until the sun went down.
And she forgot about the boy she thought she had loved.
As she sat with the boy that she loved most.