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Her hair lay soft & blonde, framing an oval face with ever-sleeping eyes. He remembered her smiling at him in the dark; he remembered a lot of things. The smile that pierced his heart from across the room, a soft touch to the side of his face and a genuine tone in her small voice, wordless stares and a hand that was always reaching for his. This was the unknown that feels too good to be known. Maybe he’d keep it a little longer, maybe he didn’t have enough time. With everything he remembered, he remembered he could not succeed. At least not here. At least not for her. The truth lunged knives at each vessel of his breaking heart, this beautiful blonde hair and those rose colored lips, deserved more. More than he knew he was willing to provide.

With a glance out the window, and the remnants of these thoughts fading, the sun was a thick red snake on the horizon. It was the finish line where all good and bad come to an end.