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She studies him intently as fears fly through her mind. She thinks of the way his innocence is visible on his face when he sleeps. She thinks of the way he comforts her when she's upset- how his arms hold her together and keep her sane. He holds her tighter when she cries, and the weight of his arms never cease in mending her tattered sould. She looks at his profile, the one she's admired countless times. She avoids his eyes, they're dark and almond shaped. Whenever she looks too deeply in them, she sees him for everything he is. She sees the vulnerability and boyishness. His innocence constantly prone to her recklessness.
She begins to cry when she realizes she still loves him, and will love him just the same sixty years from now. Then her mind creeps to his stinging words and all the fights and anguish she's endured. She thinks of the times she has locked herself in the bathroom and cried at his expense. She thinks of his failure to remain faithful and the uncountable lies. She looks up at the sky, all the beautiful clouds while hot tears streak her cheeks. She then turns around and walks away.