Fifty Ways
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"Goodbye," she whispers, fearing his slumber is only a ruse.
It's best to go, now; his façade, her guilt, and a square of fresh grave dirt will always divide them.
"Find another, I know you can," she adds, hefting Hiraikotsu and steadying her expression. "You're not really in love; I'm brash and I hit you, even if you deserve most of it. Forget me, Miroku… please."
The shoji's rustle as she leaves covers his broken murmur. "I can't..."
There may be fifty ways to leave your lover, he thinks, but the hardest must be never becoming one at all.
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...finis...
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