21 Days To Live

Day 2

Monday
10:16 am

I stared at the bouquet of red roses placed on top of my table, each rose filling the office with its own distinct fragrant.

I played with the card sent with the bouquet, wondering who in their right minds would want to do something like this for me.

There was once a time when Rome would gift me a flower every morning, telling me that he would love me forever. But, that all changed as time went on. When he lost his job and began to stay around at home. It was then that the differences between us really started to show and our arguments began to increase.

We were reckless and immature. It was the drive to disobey our parents that motivated us to get married. His parents never wanted him to get married to me, and maybe if we had only stopped to think we would have understood why.

Sometimes I thought that everything that was once between us was simply infatuation, and there was never any love to begin with. We were attracted to each other, however as we grew older and realized all our difference the fire between us died down.

And now here I was, stuck with him for Gemma's sake. Only so she could grow up with both her parents. I had it all planned though. When she would turn eighteen and move out, the first thing I would do is divorce Rome. I didn't want to be with him, and really I didn't think of it as a good idea to carry around extra baggage.

I snapped out of my thoughts when my phone began to ring, dropping the card I had been holding out of my hands in the process.

It was Umar.

"What is it, Umar?" I asked, cutting straight to the point.

"Sorry to disturb you, Mrs. Wisconsin, I just wanted to remind you that you have a meeting with Mr. Raj at 11:58," he explained.

I pursued my lips into a thin line, thinking of Mr. Dev Raj. He really was too cheerful for me. But, I had to put up with him as long as he was on my side. After all he did sponsor my channel, and he was a very powerful man in the media.

It would be stupid to mess with him.

"Right," I answered after a moment. "Thanks for the reminder. By the way, what's up with people sending me roses? Yesterday, that crazy woman entered my office and today someone sends me flowers."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Wisconsin. I'm not sure who they are from, but I thought the card would've had a name on it. Have you not checked? They were sent this morning before you arrived," he apologized in a rushed tone.

I rolled my eyes, "Of course, they got here before I did. Otherwise I would've known."

With that I ended the call, sometimes thinking that everyone except for me was brainless here.

I grabbed the fallen card from the ground, then ran a finger over the sparkly front of the card. It had an angel on it, with long golden brown hair, and a white sleeveless dress. There was no writing on it other than the picture.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I began to read what was typed up inside of the card.

One day down, twenty more to go.

Use your time wisely, before you run out.

Remember you haven't got long,

Let these roses remind you of your left time.

I read the words over and over again, not understanding what kind of a joke this was. There was no name on it; no sign of who might have sent this.