002 - Taxi
She was leaving. She was getting in that ugly, yellow, forbidding taxi and she was leaving him.
“Please, it doesn’t have to be like this.” He beseeched her.
She turned to smile at him a big, black, imposing suitcase in her hand.
“Yeah it does. I’ll send for the rest of my things.” She smiled briefly and the moment was so clichéd as to be ridiculous.
“Please. I love you.” He told her, reaching out to clasp her hand. She moved away.
“I know that Sweetheart. But it just isn’t enough is it?” She swung the door softly as she left.
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