cream-colored petals drift slowly down to earth. lingering on her fingertips, the trace of your skin. she closes her eyes to listen to you breathe. she inhales your scent with the cold, snow-laden air. this is not the death that everyone laments. this is the rebirth of an angel at your feet. this is the way innocence is regained. this is the new life and the promise she sees behind your eyelashes.
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