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Lark blinks, sending twin strea down her flushed cheeks, but she doesn’t say a word

Not a word, for a ins to ache

“I swear,” I whisper “Whatever it takes Whatever you need I took a job at a practice in Atlanta, so I’ll be close enough to be here every night, sitting on your front step with flowers and an ‘I’n to show the entire to sorry I am, if that’s what it takes”

Lark shakes her head, and the bottom drops out of my stomach

“Is there soht

“No” Lark swipes the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand “I’ve dated a few people, but nothing serious”

“Maybe that’s a sign?” I risk

“A sign of what?” Lark huffs out a huh “That I’ain? After the ht was one of the sweetest people in the world dumped me so hard my tailbone still feels bruised?”

I wince “I’m sorry, Lark You don’t kno sorry, I swear—”

“No, I do know” Lark rolls her shoulders back, staring one four years, Mason Four years without so s a feeeks after you left, or even a few ht have been different” She sniffs and swipes at her cheeks again “You don’t knoyou just said to me back then”

She presses her lips together “But that was then,” she continues in a softer voice “Now, too irl you remember anymore”