We were walking along the side of the road. She was in front of me and I was right behind her. Her umbrella had a broken spoke. She looked liked a wounded soldier, carrying her rusted rifle walking weakly. Many times, she was too deep in thoughts and drifted off the road. She almost got hit by the cars passing by. I wanted to just take her in my arms, but with the love I had for her and the constant pain in my stomach, I did nothing. On the way, we passed by the park where we used to always go. She begged and said, "Lets go in the park for just a little while please, I promise I'll go home right after this." My cold heart softened at her pleas, but I still put up an annoyed
face and walked into the park. I was just sitting on the benches
looking like I wanted to leave. She went to the big oak tree and
she was looking for something. I knew she was looking for what
we wrote on that tree with a silver ink pen half a year ago. "Chris and Susan was here, She was looking around for quite a while, then she came back
slowly with tears on her face. She said, "You made up the story of you and that other girl
didn't you? I know I frustrate you sometimes, but I'll change,
can't we start over?"
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