To the busstop

Kevin froze when she walked directly to the bus stop. She sat down quietly on the same bench the old man had used before. Her shoulders hunched low under the fading evening light, her entire body folding in on itself. The scene unsettled Kevin. This wasn’t just coincidence. There was meaning in her actions. The flowers weren’t casual. She had chosen them carefully, and brought them here for a reason.
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