"The rose!"
Madeline gasped as she freed her finger from Cassian's hold, instinctively grabbing onto the flower vase with a look of concern flashing in her dark orbs. The withered rose had turned deathly ash, signifying its wilt before shriveling immensely into nihility.
The indecipherable sight had left Madeline and Cassian completely speechless as they gazed at the dead flower in her grasp, exchanging bewildered looks.
"The rose, h… how did it?... But it was…you saw it didn't you? It..." the right words refused to come out when Madeline tried to speak, unable to think of the appropriate sentence that would explain in a convincing manner exactly what happened. One look at it, and no one would believe this was the same healthy white rose.
After experiencing yesterday's incident, she hadn't even gotten the answer to how the red rose turned white, and now the rose is dead?!!
