One last goodbye (Flash Fiction)

He was already gone. She knew it, wondering, not for the first time, how long she had refused to see. He wasn’t looking at her, hadn’t the entire night. His eyes were unfocused, thoughts somewhere, anywhere but here. She glanced at the closest tables, the smiling faces, the deep red wine, the food, often forgotten, sitting on gleaming white plates. He saw none of it. At last he stirred,

“I really do care about you.”

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