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imagined the cold water seeping into her clothes, filling her mouth and drowning her. Would it hurt? Would she die right away as Eric had? Would they be reunited in death? If that was the case, she wouldn’t care if it hurt or not. If ending her life meant she could be with Eric once again, she would.
    “You want to be careful doing that.” Tara gasped in fright and jumped down, stumbling as she did. Devan was standing behind her, hands thrust into his pockets. He looked the same. Same tatty clothes. Same hat. Same strand of hair that stuck out the side and showed just a hint of the colour.
    He watched her and she stared.
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
    He’d stolen her words away from her. Every thought in her head had crashed full force and she couldn’t think. Her mind was foggy and numb and inside, electricity surged through her body, making her tremble from the force of it.
    “There’s much better views than that one,” he said casually. “Some not as dangerous either. You could have fallen in.”
    “Well, maybe I wouldn’t if others didn’t sneak up on me,” she said, but she kept her voice light, afraid she might chase him away.
    “Maybe people are concerned for the welfare of others and that maybe someone is going to fall and hurl themselves to their death in a pit of icy water and refuse.”
    “I was just looking,” she lied. She probably wouldn’t have jumped. She’d thought about doing something like that so many times already. If she was serious, or brave, she’d have done it by now. She brushed her hands down her jacket to smooth it out. She looked down as she did it to give herself some kind of focus. She couldn’t believe that he was here. She so desperately wanted to look back up, but what if he was a dream and wasn’t there? She made herself, though. Slowly she raised her eyes, taking in his boots with his jeans tucked in still. She raised her sights all the way up to his face and then his eyes. She had waited weeks to see him again, but she had never known why, or even what, she would say to him when she saw him. Hey , do you know my dead husband? seemed lame and weird even to her.  “I’ve not seen you at Taylor’s for a few weeks,” she said instead, grasping at anything to say to him and keep him there. The look on his face, though, made her think that maybe it was the wrong thing to say. Maybe it was too close to crazy stalker talk.
    “I don’t go in there all the time,” he said. “Those coffees are there for everyone, not just me. It would hardly seem fair of me to go in weekly and take one, only to deprive another.”
    “But you’re entitled to, right? There’s no limit to the amount?”
    He shrugged, lifted one hand up and pulled off his hat and with the other he scratched through his hair. She noticed then that his hand was damaged. It was wrapped in a bandage, but the bandage was dirty and had threads hanging from it. “Stupid accident,” he said to her when he noticed her watching. “No. There’s no limit. I mean, there is kind of… it’s too weird to explain, but it works.”
    “You’ve not had one today? A coffee I mean?”
    “I don’t need one,” he shrugged. From what Tara could tell, he was similar to her in age, maybe a little older, but he was in his thirties at least. He didn’t look like what she expected of a homeless person. Apart from the dirt and the grime, there was no sign that he was one of those ‘sit on the corner and drink’ types. He looked… normal.
    “How about I buy you a coffee?” she blurted out and shocked even herself. She didn’t really want a coffee. She had just had one – she had had many actually - but she sure as hell wasn’t going to pass up this opportunity. “It’s my treat,” she added, afraid he might decline.
    “You could buy someone else a coffee - someone who needs it?”
    “But I want to buy you one,” she found herself saying. She glanced from Devan to the wall and then back again.