Finality

“What happened?” I repeated his question.
“What happened was that you judged me too soon, Francis,” I said.
“You never gave yourself the chance to know me for who I am.”
“That is not true,” he denied vehemently.
I sighed.
“Somehow you’ve created an image of someone in your head,” I said, ignoring his protest.
“And when I did not turn into that someone…” I drifted off.
He just stared blankly into the empty space before him.
I shrugged.
“But that’s all in the past -” I smiled.
“At least I know you better now, I think.” I stood to leave.
“Goodbye Francis,” I said and walked away, closing the door firmly behind me.
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