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Waylon? she asked, the ire in her eyes being replaced with shocked sadness.
Maggie, I gasped again. We stood and stared at each other in completely frozen silence until we, in unison, reached out to one another for an embrace that seemed all too brief. Her hair still carried the scent of early summer mornings spent on the porch drinking lemonade, watching the tangerine sun rise, and talking languorously of the future. The future that I ruined for the both of us.
As we ceased our embrace, we retreated back into the staring silently stage until I could take no more and had to speak. I asked, What are you doing here? It was a foolish question, but the only thing that came to my mind.