April tried not to think about what he'd just said and twisted the lilac stem between her thumb and index fingers, feeling only the delicate membranes of the stem. Flowers were living things too - did they have a pulse, did they breathe, did they feel just like she did?
The pressure of her anxious fingers severed the stem in half, green and sloppy, and the flower fell helplessly into her lap.
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