The damp from the rain enhanced the smell of perfume and stale cigarettes on his coat.
The kiss on her cheek, now a mere formality, was rougher then usual.
As he disappeared into the house she watched his footprint fade on the doorstep, accepting now that it was over.
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There is a beautiful sadness about this one. Keep on writing.
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