A pristine bedroom, lit by a setting sun.
The bed is made, the dresser is sorted, and the vanity is immaculate.
The serenity and idyllic setting is contrasted by a tipped vase of freshly cut flowers, which litter the once tidy floors.
The shredded remains of the note, which was a companion to the bouquet, lay sprinkled about the damp scene.
It is unfair how something so fragile as a collection of blossoming buds, or as unassuming as a hand written greeting, can be cause of so much anguish . . .
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