Chronology Of Heartbreak
by Rich LarsonOctober 10, 2013
Jack left the restaurant with red wine blooming through his shirt and Kristine sobbing into napkins. Tears had run tracks down her makeup and he almost, almost felt bad for her. But he'd cried just as hard eight months from now. No, harder.
Kristine couldn't understand. This mystery man who'd entered her life had understood her so well and so completely, from favorite drinks to deepest fears. She'd thought they were soul mates. She'd fallen hard. Fast. And now he was leaving.
Jack turned the corner. The professor was idling the time machine.
"Bit petty," he said.
Jack shrugged. "A bit."
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