No, I can't keep this. Can't keep that either. No. No. Definitely no.
He sighed as he looked around at his room, the floor strewn with torn envelopes and photos: what does it take to forget someone?
A crumpled slip of paper caught his eye. He walked over to pick it up, momentarily disregarding the mess he had made. It was blank, save for three faded words.
She had lied when she said she loved him.
He meant it every time.
And to think I had loved her.
But then, what was he doing now, falling for another?
For in truth, it was none other than she once again; a different face and a different smile, sure, but identical in all the important ways -- the things he had since learned to scrutinize more closely.
So why again?
He wondered as the flames engulfed his frozen heart once more -- does the phoenix possess the knowledge that it will be reborn, or does it relive the agony of dying over and over again?
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