He looked up. The woman was watching him. She wasn't looking at his face, but at his hands—hands that were smudged with grease and burnt by soldering irons. But then, her gaze traveled up to the scar on his forehead—a scar from falling off a bicycle when he was twelve.
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"It's broken, Vicky. Like everything else," she said, her voice laced with a heavy finality. She pulled the door handle. But then, her gaze traveled up to the
"Because I wanted to see the ending," Vicky confessed. "We never finished it. I walked out. I was a fool. I thought I was too good for the movie, too good for... for the simple love it showed. I was insecure."