The beginning or the end?

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The petal hit the snowy ground. "He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not.".She said as she plucked a red petal and dropped it. The snow falling around her barely bothered her. Her dress swayed lightly in the cold air. Her breath forming mists as she spoke . "He loves me. He loves me not." she continued monotonously.

The last petal stood on the stalk. She knew the outcome .She let go of the stalk into the water. Her hand gently carrying the last petal. "He loves me not"she said with a pause. "He loves me not" she said quietly as a tear escapes from the corner of her eye. She knew what she had to do. She didn't care about the snow falling on her long eyelashes. She didn't care about the cold.She walked closer to the cliff. Her hair whipped back and forth in the air. She left all her thoughts behind and fell forward, into the ice cold abyss below.

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