The reaper picked the petals, letting them take flight in the wind before settling in the water. Alas this was long ago. His heart felt shattered as he clung to her jacket. His own lustful contempt got a hold on him and his anger drew him to do the unthinkable. He had killed her without even thinking. "Now she is gone." He said to himself as a single tear left his cheek. It landed in the water causing a ripple effect.
The last rose petal was plucked and they seemed to dance on the water as the male once did with his treasure. He turned on his heel, not ushering another word, walking away with his hair dancing behind him like a flame.
