There should have been some drama in their surroundings. A
rain storm at the very least, but gusts of wind would have been perfect.
There should have been shouting, or crying, or long
monologues about love with pop culture metaphors.
There should have been a happy ending, a tearful embrace and
kiss.
Or shouting and crying and angry running away, that would
have been acceptable as well.
Instead, they just stared at the water beneath them, and
then one mumbled the suggestion they were through. The other one agreed.
And the river of life just kept quietly flowing around them.
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