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Lily wanted to sit down and cry right there. She had been sure that Posco had loved her too, and so she had offered her heart to him, and he had broken it. For if he did love her, why hadn’t he said so? Her lower lip trembled, and she blinked rapidly to get rid of the tears welling up in her eyes. Why, Posco, why? How could you do this to me? her mind cried out. She was confused, terribly confused. All his actions and words to her contradicted this new message. Be bold, Marcho’s letter had said. Be patient. The words came unbidden to her, and for a moment she had hope. Could it be that she still had a chance? She did not think so. And how to recover from so great an admission? She fumbled about for something to say. She found nothing, and so she turned again and began to walk. Posco fell into step beside her.
I am sure Blanco will be thrilled, she thought bitterly. Then she realized how negative she was being. ‘There is nothing that hard work and determination can’t get you,’ her father used to say. Was it true? she wondered. She was heart-broken and hopeless, but she had to try. But where to start...
“It’s a lovely night,” noticed Lily wistfully. She was thankful for the dim light, for it hid her wince. Where had that come from? That was really profound, she thought sarcastically. How do you expect to win his heart like that?
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