DianeI walked toward him, my eyes watering. I hated myself for it. I hated that a few flowers and some petals could still make me feel like maybe, just maybe, I mattered to him. He hadn't forgotten. He had just been busy. That was the lie I wanted to believe."Julian..." I whispered as I reached him.I accepted the flowers, the scent filling my senses. Julian drew closer, his hands moving to my waist. He pulled me into his chest, the kind of pull that when he normally did, I melted, but I didn’t. I was stiff. As stiff as a log. And then, for the first time in months, he leaned down and kissed me.It was on the mouth. It was hollow. It was short. It felt like a performance, but I was so hungry for affection that I leaned back into the hug anyway. I let my head rest on his shoulder, closing my eyes.“Anything for you, Diane… I love you,” he whispered.My heart ached at those words. My closed eyes opened.Over Julian's shoulder, standing deep in the shadows near the stone archway, was a
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