"She died about three years ago, and it left the poor boy in shambles. They were one of those couples that you always thought would get married one day, one of the couples that knew each other so well but somehow managed to still be independent at the same time. When I think about how he was after... after her, the only word that comes to mind is shattered. I imagine a glass vase falling to the ground, pieces breaking off in millions of tiny little shards. When you overstep your boundaries with him, it's like stepping on the broken pieces; you get cut. But the shards, if you shine the light on them from the right angle, still manage to sparkle and somehow hold on to their beauty. He's just as breath taking as he was before, but now the flowers have been taken out of his vase, leaving him empty and broken. He still hasn't moved on, the poor thing."
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credit to callabelle bc she let me use this story idea lol
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death toll ; clifford a.u.
Fanfiction"when you overstep your boundaries with him, it's like stepping on the broken pieces; you get cut." - credit // story idea by: callabelle
