He bought her a hairpiece because it was beautiful, because the feathers that were arranged to create the semblance of a flower was something he could imagine her wearing. Though, it was likely she never would, now that she didn’t need to appreciate it, now that she had left him.
It was the only souvenir he bought and therefore the only souvenir he had of the place; a lake whose birds people flocked to see. She had not come as planned and so he continued alone and more in the habit of loving her than to bring her a souvenir, he bought her the hairpiece; a blossoming of red and white that would settle on her bookshelf than ever on her hair.
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