Disclaimer: Lyrics are from 'Thinking of You' by Katy Perry. I'm not that clever or poetic or emotional. While, maybe the latter.

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Technicolour Eyes

Prompt #022: Wedgewood

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comparisons are easily done once you've had a taste of perfection.

like an apple hanging from a tree I picked the ripest one,

I still got the seed.

you said move on, where do I go?

I guess second best is all I will know.

2:52 AM and all she can think of is the way her palm sweat when she gripped his fingers, begging him not to go.

2:53 AM and all she can recall is the way she cried into her knees, hitting the bed with her fist, crying for him not to leave.

2:54 AM and all she can remember is the way her hand stung when she struck him across the face.

2:55 AM and all she knows is that her life is in shambles now.

She lies in bed and cries because she knows he's not coming back. He was certain that she was destined for something better, something more important than being a con-man's wife. What he doesn't know is that she really, truly didn't want any of it. Not at all.

All she wanted was him.

And so she sat there on the bed, tears streaming down her cheeks in the most poetically dramatic way possible, watching him go around their room, collecting his things. She told him he was all wrong, that he didn't know what he was talking about; but the look of sheer determination on his face told her that there was no going back.

They had been at a ball honoring a French lady when a guest had rather suddenly brought up Dimitri's checkered past. While the royal Russian family had long since moved past this and accepted it, several of the dining attendees didn't. And Dimitri, exhausted and fed up with causing Anya what he assumed was shame and embarrassment decided it was time for him to leave, to let her live the life she was destined to gracefully.

So he packed his things from their elegant room in their apartment in Paris; their home. He gathered them and tucked them away in a wedgewood suitcase, trying not to give in and stay when he saw her crumble and fall to pieces on their bed. It was for the best, he was certain. So he leant over and kissed her, on the forehead, no less, for the last time; feeling hollow inside.

And he left.

3:07 AM and all she can think of is how she hurts and how empty she feels.

3:08 AM and all she can recall is his taste and his touch and his warmth.

3:09 AM and all she can remember is the look on his face that told her he was never, ever, ever coming back.

3:10 AM and all she knows is that she love, love, loves him.

you're like an Indian summer in the middle of the winter,

like a hard candy with a surprise center.

how do get better once I've had the best?

you said there's tons of fish in the water,

so the water I will test.