A prologue to a lovely mystery between May and Drew. I'm not sure where I want to take this story yet, but I'm positive that it will be an intriguing adventure.
He put roses in the vase every day. He never missed a day. Yellow roses on happy days, blue ones on sad days, and plenty of red ones as well. Drew knew that May didn't deserve this, that he did not deserve this... that they did not deserve this. Placing a velveteen, Prussian blue rose in its delicate crystalline vase, Drew looked at the tombstone it rested upon one more time before saying the two words he would always say when he left.
"I'm sorry," Drew choked as he felt a stinging sensation in the back of his eyes before shuffling out of the cemetary.
Aww... poor Drew. But what happened?! Guess we'll have to wait like people left behind on their first date ;)
