Bernard, not Burnard :P And eeeek, Matt! XD I saw that show ages ago, I don't think that I can write for it. *doesn't remember enough or trust herself to characterize the chars properly* Uh. Have an original drabble instead?

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He had the book bound in white leather, with the title embossed in gold. Each page was pre-aged to a creamy hue, and the text of the stories was a black that looked like it would never fade. Each poem was eggshell-fragile, words pieced together like rubies strung on a strand of gold, and together, they told of love in all its aspects.

When they broke up, she sold it for 2.3 million pounds.

She died a wealthy woman; he died a heartbroken man.