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  • The phone call had destroyed everything that stood before. It was over in an instant.

    She surveyed the devastation, spotting a piece of a broken dream at her feet. She felt angry beyond words.

    Her admiration for him had been uprooted, carried by the tornado and tossed, as if it was a small toy, into the side of respect.
    Both were in a serious condition and might not fully recover.

    Hope had been shattered, splintering into thousands of jigsaw-pieces which littered the coast-line for miles.
    Beachcombers were collecting them as curios, wondering what it was that they had once been a part of.

    Shared laughter, intimacy and a strong connection lay dead, trapped under the weight of his denial.
    It happened so fast, they didn't feel a thing.

    Friendship was on a ventilator after drowning in her river, which, filled with resentment before the storm, became a scornful torrent shortly after.
    Doctors said the next 72 hrs were crucial for friendship, and that there was a possibility that they may have to turn off the machine.

    Someone said they had witnessed the love she and he had for each other being swept up into the vortex.
    It was never seen again, and indeed, after a while, it was as if it had never existed.
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