# She Was Buried Beneath the Snow. He Was Buried Beneath the Truth.

the window.

Outside, the afternoon sky had cleared to a painful blue.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you loved me.”

“I still do.”

The admission came out before I could stop it.

Claire began to cry.

I had imagined her tears many times.

In my cruelest memories, they had satisfied some wounded part of me.

In reality, I would have given anything to stop them.

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