She met him in Autumn. There was rain hitting the trees and it was just cold enough to need a jacket. They didn't meet with hi or hello, they met with "Why do the trees let go of their leaves when they are prettiest? "
She answered with "Because soon the leaves will crumble, and the tree will be left with nothing."
He said, "But maybe seeing them dance before they fell was the most beautiful part."
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Delicate and Gone
Short StoryShe saw him in radiant shades, sharp edges and bright lights. He saw her as temporary, a second in an hour, small smiles, and different questions. They both knew it was fleeting, everything was.
