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Her.

He was calling for her. 

The miles and hours hadn't pulled her from his head. Had he thought of her, as she'd thought of him?

She hadn't forgotten. How could she forget? Even when the signs of their tryst had long left her. Even after she'd washed herself clean by the distance she'd placed between her heart and the memories of him. 

She hadn't been ready. 

She should have stayed, anyways. 

And he found her, now. 

He was a blur of sunshine, a wildfire bent on engulfing her. She wilted in his whirlwind. Expecting teeth, or repercussion. Deep sorrow. The sting of angry tears.

All that met her was the warmth she'd found on the night she'd chosen to leave him.

Pregnant, and scared. 

It would have been easier if he'd met her like she'd would have met him, if he'd done to her what she'd done to him. 

Jasmine backed up, away from his flurry.

She didn't deserve this. 

What are you -

Her lip curled in frustration and defense. It would have been easier!

Stop it! Why are you happy!

Didn't deserve him.