I WAS WILTING. Bit by bit, my petals fell like raindrops to the earth and you didn't bat an eye. How could you? You had him and he had you. You watched me wither while he was in full bloom.
YOU SMILED WHEN NO THORNS REPLACED MY PETALS.
I smiled too. I had no use for thorns when I had a stem.
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TRAGEDY IN OUR EYES
Short StoryWE WALKED WITH WELL-BRED PRIDE, TRAGEDY IN OUR EYES, HEARTBREAK IN THE TRAIL WE LEFT BEHIND.
