Memory

She doesn't know why, but she averts her eyes from the head florists' on their brief meeting for her wedding. She has never seen or heard of him prior to that day, so she doesn't understand why the sight of him fills her with dread, or why her heart beats so fast when she's under his solemn gaze.

"Wouldn't you want to get married someday, too?" she asks in the middle of their conversation – an attempt to make the atmosphere lighter and slow down her erratic heartbeat.

The young man looks up at her, the corners of his lips curving up in a cynical, defeated smile. "When my life is mine and I'm less of a fool, I will," he says, cryptically.

With these words, he hands her a white rose in full bloom, which the young woman accepts, wondering why there's a pang in her chest as she holds the flower in her hands.

Someday, when I can stay in your memory and I'm not foolish enough to let you go, let's meet again.


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Hilaire | 04.25.13