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The air turned a little cooler as her hand reached out, trailing a finger through the sand. Each new line, a new question in her head.
Should she go or should she stay?
Would things change or stay the same?
He’d put her on a pedestal for so long; she couldn’t find her way down. She was just a structure, a form, a shape on a rock.
She’d ask him later if she should go. He’d been dead 3 weeks now but his eyes would tell her far more than his voice ever did.
Yes, she’d go into the basement and ask him..