The door remained opened, as it waited for me to leave. Without thought, I knew I would never return again.
In the kitchen, she wondered where he could be.
Another dinner was almost complete as she forced herself to slice the rest of the onions. The plates, again, were set, in hope that he would arrive. Each night she prepared for this moment.
Slowly, she sliced the red, sweet onion and continued to hear the emptiness in the doorway. Her tears slowly fell, as she continued to slice – slice through the layers red onions.
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