Sitting in the green chair by the window was the first place I noticed. The look on her face was something so familiar. Yet, it was all her own. Her eyes in their swollen entity spilled the truth all over the bridge of her nose. Her hands were the disconnected circle.
It was missing something to link her to the rest of the people in the room. The hollow space inside told no lies and made nothing of promises.
Everything she had done, coming to a close.
Closing doors do very little to protect the future from the inevitable. Someone was bound to notice.
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