I swallowed as I placed the bouquet and letter outside the guest bedroom door. I knew she needed time, or whatever, but all I wanted was to burst in and beg her to talk to me. I didn't though. I knocked on the door, glanced once at the bouquet, before leaving. There were twelve dark roses, one of them plastic. On the note, I had written: I'm so sorry baby. But here's a promise. I got you a bouquet, and I can promise you I'll love you until the last rose dies.
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19/09/2025