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She stared down at the small blue paper in her hand. The word looked up at her mockingly. If she hadn’t been so angry she would have taken the time to appreciate the intricate workmanship involved in crafting the paper. It really was amazing, she finally grudgingly admitted to herself. She allowed herself to wonder briefly about how he had done it. The words looked almost as if they had been burned into the paper, but she couldn’t figure out how. He had always been so creative and good with his hands.
It seemed so innocent. Just a tiny scrap of bright blue paper. It had fluttered lightly out of the envelope that had been stuck underneath her windshield wiper blade. She’d found it this morning when she came out to go to work. And to think, the morning had started out so promising. She’d actually managed to wake up, shower, and get ready without having a breakdown.
But now, as she stood here in the street, the blue paper lifting slightly and fluttering lightly in the cool breeze, she felt the panic swelling inside her. There was nothing else inside the envelope. No signature, no note of explanation, but she didn’t need one to know who it was from. She could almost smell him on the bright blue paper.
She clenched her fist in anger, crumpling the blue paper, ruining the amazingly intricate design. A sob that had been lodged in her throat escaped as a strangled, choking cry. She opened her hand and sobbed again as she saw that the paper was destroyed. It fell to the ground, now just an unremarkable blue lump.
With another anguished cry, she collapsed onto the ground, becoming as useless as the blue paper was now.
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