Thunderstruck one summer afternoon
He couldn't move. He stared at her not believing she was really there. The day was sunny, but the temperature had dropped quite a bit. It had been 10 years. The last time he'd seen her had been 10 years ago. And he couldn't do anything except deny it all, deny it to himself, deny it to her. She wasn't there, she wasn't really there. Neither was he.
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