Burn out.

Stars of Dust

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When he dropped in one knee, she immediately threw her arms around him. There wasn’t a smile or a tear, just a pair of lazy arms clutching his shoulders. Automatic. He grinned, pleased enough. Her plan of her perfect proposal had him recite her favorite poem that talked about abandoned roses, and he had complied by learning the last couple of lines earlier that morning. But it wasn’t what she had wanted exactly, either.