Compromise

The moonlight reflects off her disheveled hair. Their fingers brush gently. She looks into his eyes and whispers.

“What kind of idiot flushes toothbrushes down the toilet ‘by mistake’?”

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What if(but not really)

Priya looks at him. He’s just a stranger sharing the same blanket now. She lies awake wondering why she let Him go so many years ago.

She doesn’t know him is actually Him after he lost his memory and got plastic surgery to look like Him.

She’s always wondered why her name is spelt with three silent K’s.