Faded Like the Aurora
She pointed at me and continued, "She sees things more clearly than you do. From the moment you allowed me to shave her head, or maybe even earlier, you had already lost her. She doesn't want you anymore. Cyrus, only I'll be with you. I love you."
Watching the almost theatrical scene unfold, I let out a slow breath.
After the surgery, I often struggled to breathe.
But Florence's words had stripped away all of Cyrus' self-deception, clean and bare.
Saved me the trouble of saying it myself.
I looked at Cyrus, whose face had gone pale as paper.
"That's enough. Leave."
Cyrus lowered his head, walking over stubbornly. His tears fell onto my sheets. He said, "Gayle, don't listen to her. There real
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