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|The rose withered in her hands as she passed it over. She turned away, and quietly whispered, "bump." He looked at it, and when he looked up, she was gone, or never had been there. And he knew it was all she would do. She was free, unchained, and he couldn't stop her from leaving. A tear fell onto the black rose. Then the rain started.