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| Time Remains |
"I've never felt so grounded," he said.
She could see through him.
"Some girl I met online," he said.
A whole lot of bravado, a cigarette hanging from his lips.
That snapshot she took of him... The ridiculous hat, the feather, the flower. Was it a rose?
Hopeless. Empty.
She still remembered the album crammed with photos of himself, only himself. Page after page, after page.
When she asked why, he grinned and mumbled some vague explanation filled with an under-layer of self-doubt he desperately tried to hide.
Grounded in his desperation, wanting to be seen for what he wasn't.
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