Rose slipped through Luca's window. She smiled and threw a package at him. Picking it up, Luca opened it, inside there was a cheap flip phone.
Rose said, "I'm running away, I'll be back in a week, but until then, you can call me from here." She tapped the phone.
"Why?"
"I need to get away, for a little while, I need to think."
She kissed him quickly, "Bye Luca, see you soon."
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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.
