It was too late, after so many passing seasons. It was too late, after all the sanity, all the madness. It was too late the day their eyes met, outside the bus. She had imagined their entire lives together; it was too late. It was unreal. It was life vs doom. She had no choice, because it was too late. She had no choice, because she did not want anything else. She had no choice, because she did not mind that it was too late.

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