"I've always dreamed of tomorrow, even when darkness swallowed the light, it kept walking as if it were another planet, in a wrong galactic system..."
The rain softly hit the window, while the drops slid down, a light scent of white roses hovered over a room, an elderly lady rested on a bed and an elderly gentleman also sat beside her with a notebook in his hands, glasses on his face.
"...The flowers were all I could hold on to, they were where I could feel a little safer, even after meeting you, they became a way to see you..."
Time on the clock seemed to go backward, just to be able to hear the gentleman and, one of his hands held the hand of the lady who was apparently waking up.
"...You know, I was never perfect, however, I fought for us and I will... Every moment, every feeling I will remember..."
"Guilherme?"
"A... Manda, do you remember me?"
"It seems that the little flower fool has grown... I'm sorry, but I feel so tired."
"It's okay, rest now, my violet."
A delicate kiss comes over the lady's forehead, who closes her eyes and the gentleman continues to pronounce, while making light caresses on the lady's face, with his notebook on his lap.
"...Even so close, always coming..."
His tired blue eyes finally close, finally allowing himself to rest after a tomorrow and ending a long journey, however, on his face was a smile.
"...Going far away, but this time we're going together, this is my story... My little garden out of this world."