"I'm very sorry for your loss, sir." The young man walked passed his elder and into his estate, he didn't care to hear the generic words of consolation his employees had to offer.
"Master Pegasus-"
"Leave me alone." He growled out through tears, not even here would they allow him to grieve in peace.
He fled to his room and locked the door behind him, falling to his knees in front of it he sobbed through pursed lips, of all the cruel, sick bastards in the world, with their pick of murderers, rapists and pedophiles, why had the gods chosen her? His tears fell onto sun-kissed hands.
"Cyndia…" Her name glided across his tongue and through his teeth like water. He dug his nails into his palms as he moved them away from his face long enough to hear what his maids were whispering about from beyond the door.
"What should we do?"
"I don't know, I just can't understand how it happened…they were perfectly healthy just the day before last but all of the roses have died…."
His heart sunk through his chest and into his stomach. Slowly he rose to peer out his window and into the garden, all of the rose bushes had been overtaken by weeds. Good. He thought, let them rot. He had no desire to ever see, give, or receive another rose so long as he lived.
"Pegasus…are you there?"
"Yes Ootogi-boy I'm still here, you were explaining something about Yugi-boy…"
His gaze had traveled to his old garden, slowly he pried his eyes away and moved outside to further inspect his finding. Through all of the ivy and weeds, there was one lone rose bud, struggling to bloom.
"What's that now, the Pharaoh's finally at rest…I see." He smiled softly and said his goodbye, slowly his hand hovered over his eye and his head told him to leave well enough alone. But in his heart, with the news of this triumph, he realized he could not, he dropped to his knees beside the wonder, and began to pull away the weeds from around the fragile flower-to-be.
He examined the little thing, it's thorns wouldn't grow big enough to protect it from insects and other preditors, within a few days of blooming, it would be killed, but even still…even still, didn't it deserve to live just those few precious days?
Somewhere inside of him, he believed so.