Last glance

Sorry if I looked interested... I am not!
And there she sat... Desperately waiting for him to come… Every minute passing for an hour, torturing her like a thousand knives that thrust into the body… She was sitting there, hoping that he would come and that all her fears would vanish like a scary dream, like a vague illusion… But in vain… She was alone… He would never come; she would never see him again… And for the rest of her life she would remember his tender kiss, his gentle voice and that last glance he took at her… Glance full of sadness and despair… The glance of a doomed person…


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