These roses are so perfect. Red as blood, sharp as memories. I can’t help but wonder what is worth the adornment of these lush flowers?
Tell me now, if you could, would you peek inside? Would you like to discover that which they hide? Its like the roses are stuck here forever, bewitched by love and bound by mortality. They have owned the window, claimed it as one of their own. All for that which resides inside.
No. He replied in his resolute tone. Looking in another direction.
Why not? She complained. You’re not even paying attention.
He looked towards the window and replied cautiously, What if we went inside just to peek and the vines never let us out? What if the roses grow around us? We’ll be stuck there forever.
He firmly gripped her hand and they continued walking.
Atleast we’ll know what the roses fell in love with, and never recovered.