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“You’re waiting for him to come back,” she said.

“No,” she said. “I think I’m waiting for myself.” four seasons dublin

She thought of the old man on the bench. They always come back. But not the ones you chase. The ones who find you while you’re living. “You’re waiting for him to come back,” she said

December 21st. The solstice. Eleanor walked alone to St. Stephen’s Green. The daffodil’s spot was bare earth now, frozen and dark. She sat on the same bench and pulled out her phone. A message from Fintan: “Meet me at the Christmas market at 5. Bring gloves.” They always come back

He stood up as quickly as he’d arrived, leaving behind a crumpled ticket stub from the Shelbourne. Eleanor picked it up. On the back, in faint pencil: “April 23rd. 4 p.m. Don’t be late.”