She perched stately on the precipice between two very different emotions, one of wanting – just wanting so, so badly; one of uncaring, wondering, and wishing for the yearning of the past, of the way she used to feel before feelings were pulled cruelly and angrilly from beneath her feet. Between these two emotions, she felt discomfort in neither her place, or deciding how she felt. All she could do was think of him, either in a way that was mundane and un-feeling, or demonstrative of undying love.

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