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Stories from The Beautiful Impossible...

It was one of those days. He was not really expecting anything, but the sight of her standing by the gate was a delight. They have always been there for each other. Good and bad.

Looking back, it was a story that they both wish could have gone where they want it to be. But at the same time, they both surrendered at the fact, that maybe, this is just how things should be. Or perhaps it was not the time.

They do spend a lot of time together. They enjoy each other's company. They came so close.

Today was a little bit different. She was standing by the gate, but by the look in her eyes, it does not seem like she had something good to say.

They both went for a walk. Not thinking so much about the people around them. They are always in this little bubble when they are together. The grass was green at this time of the year. The smell of rain is also ever present.

She started to talk. It started off with the usual roasting and laughing. It was going well. They felt comfortable. Then the conversation was disrupted with "I need to tell you something..."

What followed next was too much for both of them to bear. The weight of her words felt heavy on his chest. He cannot process the possibility of not being able to see her again. Not having this kind of moment again. He was silent. He chose not to say anything.

Then there was silence... but they continued walking the path. Looking around just trying to at least enjoy the sights.

She stopped. But he continued walking. He walked and he walked...

Until she was no longer in sight.

He sat down. Trying to process what has been said.

A moment passed by. He stood up. His mind was racing. The wind was blowing. He looked at the direction where he last saw her.

Then he ran...

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