She held the origami swans in her hand; crafted using an American dollar from his time in California, they were so delicate and intricate, every fold made perfectly. One was slightly smaller than the other, both in height and breadth-"you and I", he'd said.
As she stared at those tiny paper creatures in her hand, she knew there were no more tears to be had. He'd gone and she'd finally accepted it. It'd been a long, reckless journey to the shreds of hope-one of anger and cocaine, days sitting in darkened rooms by herself and the constant refusal of company. But those days were over, thank god, and she was now able to think of him without sadness taking her over.
She studied his creations in her hand, and wondered what he would think if he knew she now used his talents to impress his replacements.
She studied his creations in her hand, and wondered what he would think if he knew she now used his talents to impress his replacements.
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