She looked his way and with a brisk wave and stifled smile, muttered goodnight and turned towards the door. She left the party and walked a few steps when the familiar voice spoke from behind her.
“I though we’d never meet again”
She paused on her way.
“So did I”
He moved a step closer toward her.
“What happened to all your laughter? I used to tell people about it”
She turned to face him.
“Your memories have been kind to me.”
“You seem different. Cold. Whatever happened to the girl everyone fell in love with?”
She looked him straight in the eyes, indignantly.
“She was an imposter. Her fate was the same as that of any other fraud. She got found out and was forced to drop her act.”
He looked back at those eyes and before he could form his thoughts into a sentence, she promptly turned around and walked away as fast as she could, without running. She was glad she didn’t bring her car today and the subway was a long walk away. She’d need the walk.
He wanted to follow her. He wanted to ask her more questions. He was angry. How could she call the only girl he has ever loved an imposter? How could she lose her so easily?
Yet he couldn’t move. Or speak. He kept standing there for a while after she left. The chilly wind was somehow comforting.
“Honey, here, you forgot your coat inside! Why did you come out in such a hurry?”
He turned around to face the voice. His wife.
“Oh! I am sorry! I just had a call I had to take. Let’s go inside now.”
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