Adeline gingerly touched the necklace. The tiny, pink rose trapped a glass droplet, shaped like a tear, reminded her of exactly who she was. This necklace used to stand for something else, but the meaning was long gone. She wrapped her hand upon the glass, cold to the touch, but filled with life.
"It suits you," Elias gently murmured.
His chest lightly rumbled whenever he spoke. She was close enough to feel that, but not hear his heart—If he even had one in the first place…
"A little flower to suit a tiny Rose," he teased. "All alone in this world, without friends or family."
Adeline ignored the play-on of her surname. Instead, she remained fixated on the necklace. Sometimes, it was warm.
A long, long time ago, Adeline would touch it, and all of her problems would go away. Now, she knew the small rose within the glass was fake. It did not die, no matter how many years went by.
