I WITHERED. I delighted in it. I had waited so long for someone to trample me, to take me by the stem with clever hands and rip me from the ground, to pick my petals off one by one by one. But you never lifted a finger, did you? No, you stood by his side, tangled in his arms, kissing his lips and watching me waste away with your sweet doe eyes.
WHY HAD NO ONE EVER TOLD ME HOW GOOD IT FELT TO FADE?
If I had known what love did, I would have loved and loved and loved.
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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.
