When the Roses Weep
Epilogue
Relena said, holding the bright yellow bloom of a rose, is a hybrid tea rose.
Heero studied it, and nodded. Smells funny.
Relena chuckled as the wind played with the hem of her dress. They both sat together in their secluded garden suite, admiring all the floral arrangements and the scenery beyond the balcony. She picked the thorns off of the stem and handed it to Heero, who lied in her lap on the floor. Cherokee roses climbed the walls and grandifloras burgeoned their petals on a nearby trellis. Heero closed his eyes as Relena started talking about the roses in deep detail.
French roses aren't as showy as tea roses or grandiflora, but they're the most fragrant. Duchess de Montebella roses bloom densely, and they're the most lovely pale pink you've ever seen. The Robert de Diable rose has marvelous color transformation, and it's plumage growth is strange. Starting with a deep cerise and goes through various shade of mauve to deep purple.
She plucked a lacy cesiana and dangled it over Heero's face. He opened his eyes and peered at her.
Am I boring you?
The strong scent of the rose made Heero grin a bit. Talk all you want.
In their suite, they stayed together and talked for hours. Even as dusk fell into twilight they spoke about their future and about the wars. She entranced him with her light spoken blather about parties, and he sent her for loops with his lack of speech. Whenever he looked at her, it drove shivers up and down her spine, and she knew, even if they were fatally doomed to be in an awkward romance, that he was the only one for her. Since such a seemingly apathetic man could show her so much respect and love, she was sure that the past wouldn't be a problem. Not the rape, not the death of Lawrence, and surely not her stubborn brother. Not even the world, which would most likely embrace the couple as the most spellbinding lovers that history would ever remember.
...and in the silence of the night, the roses dared not weep their tears of evening dew, but looked for a new beginning and shed tears of joyous rebirth...