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... own at the wilting roses in the garden below.
The red petals were now dark and ugly, weighed down by the frost.
She knew she should have moved out of this house...
"Why...?"
Her fingers absently brushed the glass as her mind wandered back to Gabriel’s parting words.
"I don’t hate you enough to enjoy your suffering, but I certainly don’t love you to care about your happiness."
The ache in her chest tightened, but she shook her head and forced hersel ...
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