"People in this line of work... we are obsessed with other people's lives," Fleur says, staring at Spencer. She knows from the solemn look in his eyes that he understands. "So much so that we forget...

He was so fragile, like the flowers his mother used to plant in his back garden, the ones cherry red that wilted too fast. Shawn was the cherry red flower, it was when he laid in my lap, our fingers intertwined and...

And she, the beautiful girl with angel eyes, continued to believe there was something left to love. © weepies. All rights reserved. [[TRIGGER WARNING]]