Skeleton Flowers

Fragile, glass like, and so pure. She was magnificent. Breathtaking.
She was mine.

Sporty, calm and casual. He was imperfect. He was fantastic.
He was mine.
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But the Fates had a twisty different way to tell our story.
Weren't we meant to be together?
Wasn't it supposed to be a love story?