“I still think about you,” she whispered.
Marie laughed—a dry, quiet sound. “There’s no dance floor.”
“You’re a long way from home,” she said, not looking at him. Bruce Springsteen-Sad Eyes mp3
Inside, the jukebox was playing something slow. Something with a pedal steel guitar that sounded like regret. He spotted her at the far end of the bar, alone, tracing the rim of a highball glass with her finger. She hadn’t changed the way he’d feared she would. Same dark hair, same way of holding her shoulders like she was bracing for a wave to hit.
The jukebox switched songs. Something new and bright and forgettable. Eddie stood up, held out his hand. “I still think about you,” she whispered
And for one selfish, broken minute, he let himself pretend he’d stayed.
“Goodbye, Marie.”
She didn’t say it back. She just picked up her glass, took a slow sip, and watched him walk out into the rain.