Red Rose!
Her lips automatically curved into a smile as soon as her eyes saw the single rose on the white pillow by her side. It was a perfect compliment, with the beautiful sunshine streaming through her windows.
"I wish I could wake up to this every morning." Seeing the beautiful view outside her window.
Soon, she noticed the folded card attached to its thornless stem. Her fingers slowly glided on the paper's edge, wondering what was inside.
Don't worry. It was just a dream.
But I was not.
I would have stayed until you woke up, but I don't want another vase to fly over my head.
X
So, he was not just her imagination, feeling the dent on the cushion on the other side of the bed. But the sheet felt cold to her touch, indicating he left early that day.
Damn!
Why did she feel disappointed?
