What To Call.
He smiled softly at her, expecting to watch her fall, but he saw something else, something he didn't know what to call. It was either a twitch in her lips or a glimmer in her eye. Or it might have been her love fluttering out from her heart toward him. He closed his eyes blinked away from the sight, when he opened them up, she was gone from his life.
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