She waited.

She waited.
On that bright autumn afternoon, she waited for him.  As promised, as was their ritual, they would meet every other month.  They would spend a week together, then he would go back to the life he had chosen.  And she would go back to her life, the way she preferred.  This was their only pact – no strings attached as they call it.
She waited for him today, by the lake side.  She watched how the wind created ripples on the serene lake, a phenomenon she juxtaposed to her mind.  She imagined that her mind was a lake, a calm one; she imagined that meeting him today was like the wind, a pleasant one, maybe; and that meeting him always creates a ripple effect in the calmness of her being.  

It was a tough choice – choosing the wind over the calmness of the lake.  She chose the latter.  

And she walked away.   

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