The Last Step

He walked her to her front door. It was the least he could do, mostly to ease his own discomfort. He noticed the dew sparkling on the grass, illuminated by the moon. The paint peeling off the side of her house wasn’t so ugly in the moonlight. He looked everywhere but at her. He knew that he couldn’t look at her, lest he see that same moonlight sparkle in her eyes. He couldn’t take back what he had said tonight, but that didn’t make the next few steps to her door any easier. This last goodbye would be agony.

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