There was a silence.
Then she shouted at him.
She shouted for her mistake.
She knew she was wrong.
Still she did not stop, her words piercing his heart like a knife.
She hurt him like no one ever did.
The next day when she dashed her leg in a door, he came running hearing her agony.
His eyes were wet.
Holding her legs he asked "Does that hurt?".
She just repeated the question.
He smiled.
"No longer"

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