she was killing herself trying to forget about him,
ripping the petals off of the roses he had bought her,
desperate to apologize.
she had slammed the door in his face, but not before
taking the roses, and holding them tightly to her chest
as she leaned against the door, with a sigh.
he called her for the last time that day, he was
done with chasing her. and she was dying,
inhaling the poisonous fumes of forgotten love.
hushed cries linger in the air.
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