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Elsie isn’t sure how long she’s been sitting on this bench, but she supposes it’s been quite some time. The sun is beginning to set. And though the sky was a gorgeous display of gold, crimson, and violets, all she can think is:
He didn’t come.
She needed to face the fact that he wasn’t coming, but she wasn’t ready to go back to the house yet. She couldn’t bear seeing his face after being left out in the cold like this.
But she didn’t have time to indulge.
Elsie stands and walks back to the house, head held high.
