She Can Have Him
There wasn't much I could say about it anymore, at that point.
When I finally returned home, it was past midnight.
Rubbing my temples tiredly, I reached for my keys, only to notice someone standing under the streetlight in front of my villa.
It was Charles.
He wore a short-sleeved shirt, washed so many times it'd already gone white with bleach, along with work pants streaked with dirt, likely from a construction site.
In the time we'd been apart, he'd become much thinner, his skin becoming dark and coarse from labor.
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