Thursday, March 15, 2018

Day 73.

He finished his scotch and knew it was the moment of truth. Now or never. He had two options. Leave and leave her to her life, knowing that he would once again be disappointing her. Or go over to her table and possibly ruin her chance at happiness. Leaving would be easier. He wouldn't have to explain himself. But, he would have to live with knowing he walked out on her again. That she might keep on coming back to this place, sitting at that table month after month for the rest of her life.
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