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Things Were Right

The woman took a long, satisfying drag on the cigarette balanced between her fingertips. Contemplatively staring at the burning, red cherry and the plume of smoke wafting upwards, she sighed.

Silence was a difficult thing. A tough burden to bear. For whatever reason that lie behind it – and her reason was warranted – she knew the grating feeling that silence could inflict.

It was a game that the two of them were playing. However, both relatively new to the experience of the “awkward break-up,” neither of them were quite sure how to proceed. Making up the rules as they went along, possibly.

Should they speak to each other? What about just a passing hello? Seemingly normally inconsequential questions that continued to go unanswered.

Commence more awkwardness.

Or so it was, until that afternoon, when the proverbial olive branch was unavoidably offered.

“Should I say hello to you?” His face was dubious. Her expression accidentally, yet genuinely, mimicked his.

“Sure.”

It was then that things were right.

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