13. Death
"You home?" Cam knocked on the farmhouse door.
"Door's open." He promptly entered.
She was standing at a window, her head bowed.
"What's wrong?" He frowned softly.
She turned towards him: in her hands was a vase with a wilting daisy.
"I tried so hard to keep it alive."
"Flowers can't live forever."
"But this one is a memory I never want to die."
An image flashed before him: he was tucking a white flower into her hair and she was leaning in to kiss him. The first time…
Cam put a hand under her chin. "I'll always be here."