By Sophie Bennett
“He gave you dead flowers? Was he trying to hurt you?” she asks, with a voice full of fascination. My legs shuffle around awkwardly, as I sit in her tiny office and try to remind myself that the world still exists beyond these four walls.
“It was the nicest gift he had ever given me.”
Bold glasses frame her kind eyes, as she watches me carefully, eager to trace the words I leave behind.
“Ah, that’s because your relationship was dead, too,” she concludes with a breath of satisfaction.
“Not at all. Because it had, in that moment, only truly begun.”
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