She wiped her face once. She couldn't stop.
She'd been saving it for her wedding day, but he left her before she could walk down the aisle, hand in hand, while he held her white petunias.
She tried to keep it together. Only she could understand her pain.
She stopped trying, eventually, and rested in a pool of maroon liquid.
--Terry
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