A/N: Thanks for the reviews. I know this isn't a happy story but I nevertheless enjoy sharing it with you. I hope you like the story, even though it might be sad of nature.

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After the initial tears he began reminiscing the times he was with her. He relived the moment he caught a glimpse of her for the first time. It had been brief yet in his mind it had taken forever. The next times he eagerly was anticipating the moment he would see her again, barely managing to bridge the hours in between.

He picked up the card again, rereading the words. He got up and walked over to a cupboard and opened a drawer. He didn't have to search for long. He took out a photo.

There she was: smiling the smile she could enchant everyone with, break through the darkest of moods. Through his tears he smiled, his finger trailed over her picture, only to halt when his finger touched her lips. Gently, almost tenderly he brushed her lips, reliving the feeling of her face.

He closed his eyes and her image appeared before him. Lively, full of energy. His lips curled into a smile and he softly whispered the words he had always wanted to say to her.

Never again her smile will warm her surroundings

He was reluctant to open his eyes again, knowing she would be gone the moment his eyelids parted. She was laughing. God, how he loved to hear her laugh. He reached out for her to touch her face, stroke back a strand of her golden hair. His hands never caught the one they desired to touch. She was out of reach, desperately he tried to bridge the distance but she kept moving away. Then she was gone.

He swallowed hard to fight back the urge to scream her name. He opened his eyes again. She wasn't there. Just the card and the photograph. Suddenly he was overwhelmed with emotions again, his breath was faltering, he pressed his eyelids together in a desperate attempt to get a glimpse of her again. In vain.

He stared at her picture once more.

Never again

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Had she been happy? The words on the card indicated she was sincerely and deeply mourned over. He knew she was loved. After they broke up he had seen her every now and then. He was filled with joy whenever he saw her, but never made the move to go over to her and ask the things he so desperately wanted to ask.

He did not dare to approach her. He thought that keeping away was the best thing for him to do. She loved the man didn't she? He didn't want to be the one to stand in the way of her pursuit of happiness. She seemed to be loved and respected.

Because that was the thing he wanted the most: to see her be happy. He had thought he was not able to make her as happy as she deserved to be and he decided to step back, as an act of selflessness, to grant her the happiness he doubted he could ever give.

So he kept his distance, never made his presence noted. Through time he had seen her, and every time he was confident he had made the right decision.

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Then one day, she was gone. He searched the streets for her, waited to see if she went to her favorite places. But he never saw her again. Only later he heard she had moved out of town, out of his live. But never out his heart.

He blinked slowly to break through the mesmerism, and he took another gander at the notification.

The envelope which had held the card that washed away his hopes was written with an unmistakable feminine touch. The way the letters where put on the paper, the elegance in it, caught his eye as female.

He stared at the curves and the soft lines that formed the address.