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The Empty Glass

I awoke and was suddenly aware of the pillow, the sheets draped across me, and a quietly breathing form by my side. Departure forced its way into my mind, though all I wanted to do was return to the laughing country where she and I were happy.

Together.

I eased myself out of bed, intent on not waking her. She would try to understand what I had to do, but I knew she would never accept it. I loved her all the more for that. I could hardly accept what I had to do.

But the world was calling.

As I crossed the bedroom on my way to the door, I bent a bit to retrieve an empty glass from the nightstand. I took the few steps necessary to get the bathroom and quietly filled the glass at the faucet.

The water was gone with one gulp. The shape of her lying on the bed became distorted through the empty glass, streaked with drying water droplets.

I saw her through the empty glass, and only she can fill it. But I knew I would never see her again.

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