Last night when everything calmed down a bit, I realized
Like picking up the petals of a flower past its prime
Its bloom is gone, there's no going back
Every petal is a death in the palm of my hand
And so, a while ago, our time together simply stopped
Somewhere in London…
It was past dusk when his flight had landed in London. Well, at least that's what Arthur had thought. He wasn't usually the type to wear watches, and his pocket watch was still fixed into the American time zone. "I'd have to adjust that later," he thought to himself. He hailed a cab, and in a matter of minutes, was back into his own house. But... it didn't feel like it though. Something was missing.
He unlocked the door, and was greeted by his butlers and maids. He simply gave them a warm smile, and let them bring his luggage up later. He quickly went up to his room, and locked the door behind him. He sat on his bed, which had hardly been touched ever since he left, and took out his pocket watch. He adjusted it to the time here in London, and put it on the bedside table.
He sighed, laid down on the bed. Why did all of this have to happen? He never had wanted all of this to happen, anyway. But it did. Arthur wanted to die at the fact he was gone.
He was free.
"I'd give it to him. I've given him everything he wanted! And this is what he does?" he thought to himself.
Arthur took out some hard candies from his pocket to get his mind off him, but instead of finding some candies, he found a crumpled paper rose, most of the petals detached the moment he's fished the rose out from his pocket.
It looked like the rose was wilting because it's color had become darker already, despite it being paper. He picked up all the paper petals, slowly, and clutched all off them to his chest tightly.
He couldn't bear the pain any longer.
The tears have already started falling once more.