The Art of Duplication: Part Six
Rating: PG
Summary: All along something inside her has been missing, but the question isn't whether or not he can find it.
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SIX;
finding that 'one in a million'
Her heart is not broken.
He kisses her like a friend, but she realizes that he's never kissed her as a lover, or anything more. She realizes now how true it was when he told her that she was 'one in a million,' because she is. To him at least, and probably hundreds of others, because not enough people know her for her to have the right to say thousands.
One in a million.
Only now she knows that she isn't the first, and won't be the last. She could've been anyone.
She closes her eyes, letting him fade into another color that paints the canvas of her dreams.
Her heart is not broken.
Somebody gives her a card that says "it is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all."
After staring at it for a moment, she writes on the back, "you don't have to love to have your entire self shattered into a thousand pieces."
She thinks that on the off chance that she could do it all over, she'd sleep and find her corner of innocence, never to wake again.
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Summary: All along something inside her has been missing, but the question isn't whether or not he can find it.
***
SIX;
finding that 'one in a million'
Her heart is not broken.
He kisses her like a friend, but she realizes that he's never kissed her as a lover, or anything more. She realizes now how true it was when he told her that she was 'one in a million,' because she is. To him at least, and probably hundreds of others, because not enough people know her for her to have the right to say thousands.
One in a million.
Only now she knows that she isn't the first, and won't be the last. She could've been anyone.
She closes her eyes, letting him fade into another color that paints the canvas of her dreams.
Her heart is not broken.
Somebody gives her a card that says "it is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all."
After staring at it for a moment, she writes on the back, "you don't have to love to have your entire self shattered into a thousand pieces."
She thinks that on the off chance that she could do it all over, she'd sleep and find her corner of innocence, never to wake again.
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