She pulled the petals off one by one, reciting the old adage in her head.
He loves me…Three left.
He loves me not…Two left.
He loves me…One left.
A pair of arms wrapped around her from behind and she felt a kiss on her cheek. “So what’s the verdict?” he whispered.
She tilted her head back and smiled up at him. “Happy ending as always,” she replied.
And she let the last petal fall to the ground.
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