It was the gentle breeze coasting over the meadow
Faintly brushing across the delicate petals of a daffodil
A subtle wind blew through the atmosphere
Shifting the easy dynamic of their simple love
It was the chill raising the hairs on the back of Eden’s neck
Simon held her hand loosely, dangling at his side
He took a long, heavy swallow before his mouth fell agape
A fire burned in his irises
As he looked at the woman dressed in desire
But she wasn’t just any woman
Eden knew that
The woman that attracted Simon’s eyes
Was the same woman that smashed his heart
She was the woman before her.
She was Camille.
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Yeah, karma dude is a MOFO. Don’t take women as grands of salt; There’s always more salt in the shaker.