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The memories come flooding back to Mark, walking, circling the roundabout where he first saw Celine. He feels a flutter in his stomach as he recalls the moment their eyes met. She had been kind of shy, but together they had walked to town. He had fallen for her faster than the speed of light, taken a chance and asked her out.
He thinks fondly back on the memories, but there’s a bitterness on his tongue. William. The man who would eventually change everything for him. For them.
As he circles the roundabout again, absentmindedly walking, he remembers the day he saw her again, the last time he ever did. Ironically, it was in this very place, her arm intertwined with William’s. It had cut him like a knife through the heart.
He tries to get her out of his head, frantic thoughts, a myriad of memories swirling around. He can’t help but wonder if he made a mistake letting Celine go? For a year, it tore him up. He tries to act like he’s fine, but still the tears prick at the corners of his eyes, threatening to fall. Maybe he should have let her walk by that first day.
Mark still thinks of her sometimes, wondering if he tried hard enough? Staring down at his feet, he hopes that someday she might call him, hoping he was once more the man holding her hand and be the one to hold her tonight.
Now he’s standing here alone, walking the same streets, but this time truly alone. Perhaps he should never have let her go? He still loves her. It dawns upon him that he never realized just how much he truly loved Celine until the day he watched her go. He only knew when it was too late.