White Rose
She holds the white rose. He looks at the moon.
"It is almost time." He chuckles, walking to her, past his shoes sitting neatly in the corner.
"What are you doing Anthy?"
"This rose had wilted. It is now dead." She is almost sad,
and he smiles. "There will be other roses."
"Not like this one, dear brother. This is a rare rose. It is white."
He chuckles. "The white rose dies like the others. It can't live forever."
"I wish I could help it, but I fear my help would only quicken it's death."
"That is true. There is no use in trying to save things destined to die.
It will only bring more pain to them in the end."
He walks from her, steps feeling cold against the floor.
"Perhaps this is so."
He stops beside his couch, and portrait of a long winding road.
"It is." He answers her.
"I see. Good night then, dear brother."
-owari-
A/n: I know that may seem sucky...and not very detailed, but that's how it's supposed to be. ()
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