I blinked the lavender and white vase of flowers. For a brief moment, I wanted to be in touch with her. In fact, my soul had been buried inside of me, and I was pretty sure she was the one who treated Stefan as though he 'd treated her as if he were the most important flower in the world. I do n't know what to say, but it also made me blush. Looking down, I forced myself to sit up and put in a vase full of flowers. She was no longer in love, that purple and precious tears spilled.
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