There were flowers the last time they were together: small, beautiful flowers that grew in a close bunch. She looked down at them, to observe their colour.

They were red: in particular, a brilliant shade of red that stood out against the dry, green grass.

Her eyes moved away from the blossoms and up towards her lover's face.

'Look…there are flowers now.' She said. He hesitated before he could reply back to her.

'..I know.'

'And there will be more when you're finished with me, won't there?'

'There will be more flowers. We all have our responsibilities, and this one is mine.'

He raised his arms above her head, and soon the ground became bloomed with red.