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Fools

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redpinkandwhite

Published: Jun 10, 2013

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“We are all fools in love.”

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The two bodies rush toward one another, clinging to anything touched and drawing it close. Just a few more seconds and they would have been lost forever. Just a few more touches and they will be. Together.

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She holds the broken rose stem away from herself, trying to pick the fallen petals off the ground. Bruised, shredded, and dirty, she tries to wipe off the fragile pieces, but they are permanently stained. She gathers them all together, places them in a small pile, and sets the severed stem next to it. She promises herself she is done with him. She promises that she won’t see him again. She promises that she can fix the broken rose.

She draws the necklace he had given her closer to her heart, and a silver tear slips down her face. Promises were always made to be broken.

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