You cant shatter a shattered heart

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I gazed at "Drew" I awe. "Are you sure," I asked with a questioning tone in my voice.

"Yes, I'm pretty sure I know my own name," he replied with a tone of annoyance. "You know it's not polite to stare," Drew added. I shrugged and tried to explain my story to him. "So your name is violet?" Drew asked slowly.

"Yes, and this is where my boyfriend Drew," I replied quicker than I should have. "He died 3 years ago, and as soon as you come to town, he began to be in my dreams again," "I swear he looked almost exactly like you," I added with a sniffle than began to cry again. Drew patted my back while every on else (including the bush driver) began to shout, "Quiet down back there Eclipse," but I could here them over my sobs and the sound of my heart shattering once again.

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