They reached their old meeting place by the loch at dusk.
“It’s been a while,” he said
“Thirty years, seven months and ten days,” she said.
“It passed the time while I waited for you.”
“I’m sorry, I meant to come back, I really did…”
“But I’m back now and…” he swallowed nervously, “I hoped we’d rekindle…things.”
“I’ve waited so long for this.”
“You forgive me, darling? We can start again?”
“No,” she said, “I was waiting for this,” and placing her hand on his back, she pushed him into the cold waters of the loch.
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