Will you understand?

"You will never understand what you mean to me."- He said emphatically.

"You will never understand what you did to me."- She thought. A tear slid down her pale cheek uncared for. Rain drops trickled on the small puddle outside. Circles of memories erupted and dissolved as she gazed on.

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