It was a surprise to see him.  He appeared there, as if materializing from her thoughts.  And his shirt matched her dress exactly.  It was a stab to the heart to see him at that play.  The play they had talked about seeing when they were still together.  It was as if fate were mocking her, reminding her of how things never turn out the way you want them to.

She was standing in a group of women when he walked up to them, just to be polite, and her roommate gave her a knowing look.  She voiced the bitter thought about his shirt matching her dress as he engaged one of the women in polite conversation, but she immediately regretted it.  Had he heard?  He made no indication that he had, but she thought he had seen that look her roommate gave her.  She wondered what he was thinking - would he think  she had made her roommate hate him, that she had wanted that?

He started to walk away, and her heart started to sink.  But in that next moment, without even being aware of making the decision, she followed him to the refreshment stand.  She just wanted to talk to him, without anyone else around. But it was an unsatisfying conversation.  She could feel every defense he had, used against her.  In those moments she knew she still wanted him back, but in those same moments knew it didn't matter.  This event was only further confirmation that in real life, fairy tales end cruelly and true love was a reality reserved for other, more deserving girls.  This event would only show up in her long history of hearts broken and hopes dashed.  

When he walked back to his seat, away from her, she knew, once again, the pain of love unrequited.