Together
Neither of them moved but they continued looking at each other. She noticed his hands were at his sides, and kept loose and casual. His head was tilted to a slight extent to the left. He had thinned slightly and around his neck was the prayer-wheel pendant she had given him on the last day while packing his clothes. The frayed pair of jeans looked nice on him. Her heart fluttered as she woke up from her trance. She had decided to hear him from one corner of the crowd without his noticing her. But she had broken her own rules and here she was standing right in front of him. She didn’t know how she had begun walking up to him and continued looking at him. “Fai,” he said at last. He couldn’t say anything further than that. All the words stuck in his throat. The sound of his voice calling
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