Con
M O T O
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Of course, it wasn't her place to make such decisions.
It wasn't her place to do the things she did.
Nor was it her place to stand there and pretend it wasn't really there, that it would somehow, miraculously disappear back home. Or he would lose interest. Perhaps if she held an optimistic view, the world would right itself again. Yet that was the reason why it tilted in the first place. All its fault.
She was being childish- she knew it. It didn't stop her, though.
Damn. He never looked at her like that.
Yet it wasn't her place to judge.
She closed the door, hearing the lock click. It shut off inaudible screams.
Outside, the rhododendrons littered the ground.
She didn't have a place anywhere.
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Author's Note: 127 words. Juliet PoV- this is an idea I'll be playing with later, on a longer scale. Title- piece by Schumann that I can't get out of my head. Rather appropriate, I though…but not, as well. --