Blue CarnationsShe's been thinking that it's been a year. A full year since that incident. She thinks it would've been better if nothing happened. She remembers the three pink roses and the bouquet of dyed carnations the most. It was a favorite of hers and he tried to give it to her. But she now realizes that maybe he didn't really try as hard as he should've. But no, the time has past and the roses have wilted, withered and died. And the love that used to be present has died along with those flowers.
Blue Carnations
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