Where the two buildings met, there was a tiny yellow flower, growing out from the inch or so gap between the concrete walls.
It was just a little dandelion, nothing too exotic, but the fact it was growing up out of near pitch darkness and into the light was a near miracle in of itself.
But eventually, it was destroyed, as all beautiful and fragile things, by an uncaring world.
If it was by destroying one of the buildings or something, I could understand it.
But no, it was destroyed by a guy standing on it, hiding a smoke break.
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