He leans over the balcony railing with her note in one hand and his half smoked cigarette in the other. Can’t stay, sorry love, pressing matters, no point waking you up to say goodbye… So many lies. He wants to believe them and doesn’t know why.
The paper crumples in his fist, drops to the patio stone. He watches it skitter and dance in the morning breeze. Imagines her leaving, how she walked, the set of her shoulders, the swing of her hair. Gone, like that. With no looking back.
He slowly exhales. His head hurts. So does his heart.
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Light and Shade Challenge – 100 words inspired by the above picture and this quote: She tells enough white lies to ice a wedding cake – Margot Asquith
Breathing Space 
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