Opening her eyes, her senses are flooded with his memory... His smell, the taste of his lips, the way his hand feels against the small of her back, the way his eyes glow in the sun...
She presses her eyes shut again, trying to keep them as tight as possible, push out any memory, any sense of reality.
What is the reality?
She is alone.
She remembers the flower between her fingers & thinks of the childish game... Pulling every last petal from the flower: 'he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me...'
She doesn't need to destroy this beautiful flower; she knows the answer without pulling a single petal from its' stem.
All the petals may as well say the same simple four words.
There's not the slightest chance for anything else. He's said the words. He's promised them with each & every kiss.
She believed him. She heard forever in every embrace. She hoped with every look he gave her, she dreamed as he smiled at her. She believed a lie.
She wipes away the tears from her cheeks & takes a deep breath.
She knows the truth now.
He loved me never.
He loves me not.
He never will.
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