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He watched her walk walked away so easily, as if he were a stranger she'd just picked up for a dance.
How could he she so cold after all they'd just said? After all they'd just felt in each others arms... or at least what he thought they'd felt.
Obviously it was a one-hand applause.
He watched her walk away, wanting to hate her, intoxicated by her body as it swayed in the silky black dress, her hair as it moved softly about her shoulders. He watched her, remembering how she had smelled in his arms- like a tropical flower on a hot night.
If only she would look back. Just once...
But she never did.
His fists clenched at his side he told himself, "Be cold. She's a liar. Be super cold."
The lines from a Robert Frost poem echoed in his mind: "Some say the world will end in fire. Some say in ice."
To him... it felt like both.
