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It must suck to always get half of something.
Half the score you hoped for on an exam. Half your drink gone because a friend took a sip too big. Half of your favorite pair of shoes, the other one nowhere to be found. Half a text reply that leaves you wondering what they meant. Half your favorite song before someone changes it. Half your phone battery when you need it the most.
But for Marigold, nothing compares to half a love story that never had the chance to be whole.
Because every time she and the only man she had ever adored, Floran Jeivon Celestino, drew closer, something - or someone - was always in the way.
So yes, it sucks to be stuck wanting someone you can't have, chances that never work out, and the kind of love that stays forever in the in-between - the kind that always leaves you with only half of something. Only left with half of what they could have been.