...
And like that, He moved to the west with that woman, while She moved to the east, alone.
...
She, with her favourite purple glasses, stepped off the taxi, bringing along just a case and some boxes. Nothing else.
Slowly walked to the glass doors. First, second, third, and last, right in front of the elevator.
...
Was that painful? Seeing them walking by? That familiar scent, which had no longer reached to her hair...
Smiled to herself, continued walking into the elevator, disappeared into darkness.
What was that to ever hurt her?
Just that, that, she'd already known, right from the beginning...
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