Disclaimer: Everybody belongs to Dick Wolf, not me. Unfortunately.
This takes place after Loss, while Alex is in Witness Protection. A/O of course. Enjoy this oneshot!
You were my rose in a garden full of thorns.
You always loved roses. I bought them for you every week and left them on your desk, and then I would stand right outside your window and watch your smile as you read the card. Always the same message: You are my rose. I was never poetic like you were, but that was my way of telling you how much I loved you. I was never good at putting my feelings into words, but I think you knew anyway.
I bring roses to your grave every Sunday. I know it's silly, because you can't see them. You're alive, after all, although I don't know where you are. On the first Sunday of each month, I bring you a dozen red roses and tell you how much I love you. On the second Sunday of each month, I bring you a dozen pink roses and whisper a prayer that you will come back to me someday. On the third Sunday of each month, I bring you a dozen lavender roses and remember our first night together. On the final Sunday of each month, I bring you a dozen white roses and pray that you're happy, wherever you are.
Maybe now, you have someone else who brings you roses.
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