She was beautiful.
She was the red, red rose in the midst of a thorny bush, the illuminated moon amongst the stars on a backdrop of the dark skies.
Renee found it hard to turn away, found it hard to rip her eyes from her, found it oh-so-hard not to keep looking at the woman who'd captured her heart, that one summer holiday, with a wicked grin and a cheeky, carefree wink at the beachside.
One week, in a resort room, accompanied by the feeling of overwhelming happiness, the satisfaction of just loving someone so fully, her tongue-touched smile and her gorgeous eyes that shone brighter than the sun ("It's true- you are like a red, red rose- so beautiful, I-"); and she was gone-
All that was left in her place was a note that said-
I loved the past seven days, I loved the company, I love you, but I have to go- I have a something to finish xoxo
~S
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Three days spent in a heartbroken daze later, Renee found a package at her door.
A red, red rose and the newspaper clipping of an obituary (a recent one, by the look of it), of the girl that Renee had spent a week with, the very same tongue-touched smile and gorgeous eyes.
She sat down and cried.
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Ah, I lied. I do have more of this *points vaguely to this book* in me.
