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Dreaded Change

She stood at the corner of the street watching him.
He was engrossed to his phone, oblivious of the girl watching him.
She watched from a distance as he crossed the street.  
She watched because it didn't matter she was late for work herself.
She felt a strong urge to cry and tears welled in her eyes.
What had come of him?
Through hazy eyes she watched as he disappeared into the crowd.
She used the back of her hand to wipe off a tear.
She shouldn't attract attention to herself.
She remembered her job and with quick steps walked to her bus station after giving the crowd one last look, in the hope that she would see him.
Source: The Vampire Diaries Series

Did this mark the beginning of many days to come?
What had been so important that he forgot?
Forgot their ritual.
Forgot that they hugged before parting ways each morning.
It was a fast, ‘brush my shoulder hug’, but she loved it.
She loved his hands round her waist every morning before she started her day.
Loved it so much that she longed for it especially on mornings they didn’t travel together.
And though she would have wanted a great bear hug, she didn’t want to ask and sound 'nuggy'.
She dreaded a day when even the little she had would be taken away.

As she sat on the bus, oblivious of her neighbor, she hoped and prayed that this would not be the beginning of the end.
That nothing would change unless it was for the better.
That her beloved would not be too preoccupied for her.
She only knew one thing for sure.
It would kill her. It would crush her heart because she loved him to bits.

She hoped and wished that he would tell her what consumed his mind sometimes and took him away.
Away from her. He sometimes appeared to be there but his mind was so far off.
If she knew, maybe she would understand his situation and help him out of his man cave.
Maybe it would help her prepare for when that day came. She could feel it coming like an inevitable storm.

She was in love but not naive.
She however hoped for the best, because without hope, her heart was about to be shattered.
She knew that she wasn't really prepared for that.
She shook her head with sorrow, and that's when she heard it.
The music blaring from the bus.
It was a good interruption she liked because it helped her forget her problems.
She smiled at her neighbor and the bus started a soulful crawl.                                                   
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