Mascara Tears [ON HOLD]

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'Sorry, wait. You dropped your wallet.' He rushed after her.

He had finally found an excuse to talk, to think, that after all this time, it would be this simple.

'Thank you.' She turned to face him, a wave of recognition briefly masking her face.

When she didn't reach out to accept the wallet, he added.

'I... I think you are not a bad person...' He hesitated. '...You are good, kind in fact... and...'

'You were there weren't you?' Her words were sharp, disgust and anger pouring out with them.

He didn't respond. She had every right to be angry, she was allowed to hate him.

He took a step towards her. She shuddered, her angered expression melting away to that of fear and horror. He could see the dark memories washing over her body. Her face paled and grew somber as she faded form reality, shutting the world out. Whatever he said now she would not hear. She was no longer there. She was as good as dead. He could see it now, the pain that ate at her from within. A persistent throbbing that boiled, burning out all her senses. He'd done this to her. What ever made him think he could face her again? What right did he have to stand before her? He dropped her wallet, turned and walked away...