Your hands brush the blossoms, and for a moment you feel yourself breaking— —no, Falling—
There was a moment when all of it changed. For her; for you. A break as sharp as the cutting edge of a sword; as lasting as a scar. And all the World could only be, then, a before and an after. Or perhaps you should instead say: you see the World in a way you could not have seen it, before.
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—no, Falling—