Elio's coat still carried his warmth."I really do love you, Danielle. I can change. I can change every bit of it."He looked at me, his gaze both tender and desperate. "Come back with me, my Donna."A pity that this warmth came seven years too late.No feeling, however alive, can survive seven years of wind and sun.My love for him had died long ago.I slipped off his coat and handed it back to him."It's too late, Elio. There's no time left.""Sign the divorce papers."I patted Elio on the shoulder. "I believe you. I believe you love me even now."I turned to look at the sea in the distance.The sea was so blue it seemed to hold some beautiful meaning within it.I smiled. "But I don't love you anymore. Let go."The words had barely left me when Elio jolted hard, as if he'd touched a live wire.His tears broke loose like a bursting dam.In seven years, it was the first time I'd ever seen Elio cry.But inside I felt nothing, as detached as if I were watching a ham actor weep on a scree
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