They made a
promise a year ago.
“He’ll come. He’ll
come.” She whispered to herself again and again. “He won’t break a promise.”
She was
freezing, literally shaking in her boots. The snow fell faster but she once
again hoped that he’d come.
She beamed when
she saw him, holding an umbrella in his hand. He came closer. She sighed, not
quite believing they were finally face to face again.
“Mike.”
“We made a
promise, remember?” He whispered. “But why is life so unfair, April?”
She didn’t
bother to choke back her sob.
He wouldn’t hear
her – see her – anyway.
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