The Mirror

“Why are you here?” he asked, as she moved to the mirror.
“Why did you come back?” she replied, turning, and looking him up and down, eyes lingering a moment too long on the suitcase sitting on the floor next to him.
“I’m going away. I don’t know why I came back.” He turned to leave, but she reached up and took his shoulder in her hand.
“I don’t hate you.” She said.
“I know,” he replied. “But I’m still going.”
She sighed, and turned her back to him, glancing at him in the mirror.
“I know.” she said.

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