She's so in love with me, she doesn't know anything.
That's why she is in love with me.
~ Haruki Murakami
Where were we? Yes right there. Hiding behind disguises. Till the breeze would draw apart the veil from the eyes. After all how would a blind person miss the colours which he can't see. Till the cloud would hide the strength of the burning sun. And how would anyone miss the warmth, when they can feel only the cold wind...
But the mirror does not hide the truth. And it did not hide it from her.
So when he came and smiled at her, she let go of the disguise.
"I love you"... trailing off
"Good thing." With a full stop.
No love no glory, no hero in her sky.
Not refusal. Just acceptance but with a sealed future. A future which has him and her, but not them. And there the tale ends.
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