Flower Walls

Flower Walls

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I looked in his eyes not knowing whether to be sad or not. Was this us? Was this all we were? Did all of our fighting and love brought us here? Right at this point? His blonde eyelashes were stuck together from the tears he had dropped. I really wanted to feel sorry for him. I really wanted to but somehow I couldn’t. I had built a wall, a high stone wall covered with little purple flowers. He built it, he made it. The green grass covered wall felt cold, cold as a stone. He kept giving me that look, the one I used to fall for, the one I used to care about. He knew this was the end, that even a brick in the wall wouldn’t set me free. He knew that he’d never let my flowers grow ever again. And I was all fine with that.
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An unexpected adventure for adventurous people. Thin walls don't very well hold secrets. "Are you jealous?" he asked with a small smile. I gave him my best intimidating stare. "Why would I be jealous? We aren't even dating!" I all but screamed. His smile fell. "I thought we were." he said quietly. I was shocked. "Are we?" he laughed at my question. "Would you be jealous if we were?" he was being smug but I just crossed my arms. "No. If we are dating then you cheated on me, and, look, I told you I'm not the jealous type."

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