This boy, he hasn't opened yet the door that falsely would've made him feel a man. She saw in how he walked. The lack of cockiness. Bravado.
A hint of shame in head bowed down. He was too quiet.
And she knew.
The mystery had seemed, to him, too big to enter into swiftly.
Inwardly, she recognized a new respect within her heart so used to smirking.
This boy was something new to her.
She knew the losing of her flower with such mindless heartless haste has in this shy moment been redeemed, and a kindness spread across her wizened face. A softened glow of warmth around her.

Through unclosed door she watched, as akwardly they hugged. A haze of falseness was about them.
"Sex ain't love!" she spoke to her walls, "and love ain't sex either." Fierce was her look but gentle the touch that smoothed her hair. The pain under her heart she understood. The girl would never see this boy again... Her willingness was not enough to catch him.
Little did she know that he was simply scared. Deep inside a warning rang, and many cried, that right went wrong. To never be.
He?
He fell into the bottomless abyss. To fight with demons, that decades later, finally, he saw. By then he was unknown. Forgotten. But the seed was sown.

The old woman closed her door, and smiled. "Makes me wanna dance again," she said.