I remember that day vividly. We were walking in the park and just about every flower there was blooming. You carefully picked the most beautiful rose and said, "As long as this flower lives, I will always be with you." All I could do was smile.
We were walking back to my house. We were crossing the last street. I heard someone honking a car's horn, but all I remember after that was being in the hospital and finding out from the doctor you were dead.
It's been a year since that incident. I'm thinking about you now, and gazing upon the rose that you gave me.
It still hasn't died.
A/N: In my honest opinion I don't think it's the best thing I've written. BUT! You as the readers/hopeful reviewers could prove me wrong by saying it's the best. But you don't have to.