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72 Picture of a seashell
The beach was nearly deserted. Eva carried her shoes in her hand as she and her boyfriend walked the sand.
“Look,” he said, scooping something up off the ground. “Isn’t it pretty?”
“We need to break up,” Eva said bluntly.
He froze instantly. “What?”
Eva sighed. “I can’t be with you anymore.”
“Why not?” His fist tightened around the object clutched in his hand.
“Don’t want to.”
“I don’t—” he began, but she was already disappearing down the beach.
“Eva!” he called, staring after her. The seashell he’d been holding dropped from his hand as he sprinted after her.
Eva. Original character.