Merry

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"[Your name]," he said, the delicate snow gently from the cold grey sky. In his hands were a small bunch of wild blue flowers, freshly plucked from the faded green grass of autumn. He was not able to meet your eyes. Taking the blue flowers, it was all you had left of him as you watched him go.

"[Your name]," he said, the delicate snow gently from the cold grey sky. In his hands were a small bunch of wild blue flowers, freshly plucked from the faded green grass of autumn. He was not able to meet your eyes. Taking the blue flowers, it was all you had left of him as you watched him go.