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Only Then Exhaled
We stood outside the building by the smoking area. You leaned against the railing,one boot hooked around the bar at the bottom. Every few seconds a car passed and your eyes tracked it without your head moving.
You kept your hands busy— took your phone out, put it back, rubbed your thumb along the edge of the case like you were checking for a seam.
When someone laughed behind us, you flinched just enough to notice, then nodded as if nothing happened.
You told me about work. About nothing in particular. While you talked, a delivery truck backfired down the street. You stopped mid-sentence, jaw tight, waited a beat, then finished the thought like the pause hadn’t been there.
At one point you asked what time it was. I answered. You checked your watch anyway.
When we said goodbye, you shook my hand twice— once firm, then again, lighter, like you’d forgotten to let go.
You walked to your car, scanned left, scanned right, opened the door, and only then exhaled.
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