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It wasn’t lost on me that this was mine and Dex’s flower. It represented so much.

And it was an answer.

I sat my coffee aside and opened the window, laughing when snow fell onto my slippers. I ignored the harsh biting wind to reach out and tug the perfect flower from the ice. It wasn’t cold like it should be.

It was warm.

It radiated heat in the center of my palm.

I knew then without a doubt that Dex was okay. He was better than okay. He wasn’t being punished for the things he did.

A single tear fell from my eye and landed on one of the perfectly formed petals. When the moisture touched, it shimmered purple and then soaked in.

Dex was in heaven. He was safe and warm… He was at peace.

I knew someday I would meet him again and whenever that was, it wouldn’t matter what form either of us took because…

We would be together.

The End