Crackling fire, held up by mere sticks that are eaten away all the same, surrounded by rocks that would do nothing to stay its reach.
And you. And her.
“Was it really that bad?”
“Yeah,” throwing a dry leaf into the flame, “hated every second.”
You know better. “I’m sorry to hear that.” But are you really? Do you really know better?
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