His hand stroked the small of her back as she laid down facing next to him. Her fingers drew circles on his free hand and from the hidden depths she thought she'd long forgotten small nostalgic feelings rises.
The moment now was perfect, just as it had been back then, completely at ease, so comfortable so perfectly indestructible, everything was so right.
She stopped drawing circles, realising that she will never be back to that moment. He looked at her with his sleepy brown eyes, she looked up, smiled, and whispered "I loved you" and thought to herself sadly, and always will.
She removed herself from the warmth of his arms and walked away feeling the tears starting to stream down her face. Betrayed by her own mind and heart.
She'll let the tears wash away everything.
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