Prison Lovebirds
In the end, with all the evidence stacked against them, they were both sent to prison.
The next time I saw them was ten years later.
At first, I didn't recognize them—it was Jonathan, now holding our child, who pointed them out. He nudged me to look down the mountain trail.
Curious, I turned and saw Harold, aged and hunched over, sweeping the streets. Beside him, helping collect trash, was a white-haired woman—Jasmine.
In just a few years, they had aged so much. But seeing them now, I felt nothing.
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