It seemed so romantic in the moment, stealing a kiss in the orchard. I didn’t stop to think how it would affect her, whether it would affect her. I suspect that I assumed she would never find out. So, when I looked up from his face to find her watching us, I did what anyone would do, I sprang away from him and tried to explain. Tried to lie.
“It’s not -” I began.
I didn’t get any further. She turned on her heel and walked away. Her dignity intact, mine in tatters on the ground among the fallen apples.
She forgave him in the end. Moved away when he did, followed him to university out of town. But she never spoke to me again.
I still wonder who I would have been if I hadn’t lost her.
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