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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