"Rose."
"What?"
"I think you are going to fall apart."
"I know that."
"And your okay with it?"
"We can't stop our self destruction, no matter how slow it comes."
"I hope mine doesn't come for a long time."
"Me too."
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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.
