He left.

He couldn’t get away from her fast enough.

Yes, pretty words had been said that morning.

Reassurances had been given.

Promises had been made.

Just like every time he left.

He would return.

Explanations would be offered.

Apologies would be made.

Forgiveness would be…

Or not.

She would listen to the explanations this time.

She would listen to the apologies this one last time.

And he would leave.

One last time.

Because she would give him no other alternative.

This was written in response to the Write On Edge Flash prompt that was just the picture!

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