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@amoirsetpacis​

There’s a part she plays in all this, she’s sure.

The universe has never moved on without her before—why would it start now? If no one will tell her the rules, she’ll make them up herself.

There are crocuses blooming in the snow, a sign of false spring. She plucks the first for her hair, the second for her collar. And when they keep popping up around the city, she gathers enough for a whole bouquet, plops them in a basket, and adopts the role of flower girl.

There’s a part he plays in this too, or else fate wouldn’t have made her run into him while turning a corner. Steps faltering, she stands her ground as the pieces  of the puzzle fall into place.

Lights, camera, action.

“Excuse me—” Her pale fingers tremble in the cold as she holds up a crocus by its stem.

“Flower for your thoughts?”

‘That’s mine.’ Two hands--one gloved, one bandaged--expertly claim the tray of 20 burgers off the counter and settles it into his lap before the person next to him can touch it.

‘That’s mine, too,’ he adds to the tray of fries that emerges next, stacking it on top of the first. ‘And that.’ Ten whole ice cream sundaes finish the set.

‘...goodbye.’