I'm a drug lord's daughter, and he's a police officer. I should have known from the start that we could never be together.
Until he fell to his knees, his trembling hands gently holding my nearly rigid body. His narrow, peach-blossom eyes were veiled with sorrow, making the mole at the corner of his eye look even more desolate.
I used the last of my strength to lift my left hand and brush that little mole. Slowly, I closed my eyes. “Forget me.”
The bleak autumn wind swept away my faint flower words, already too weak to be heard, and then scattered them into the breeze. The dark red blood beneath me spread out, eventually staining the ground in the shape of a giant poppy, before slowly drying up.
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