Roses are Red [SHORT STORY]

"I know roses are you favourite" He placed the vases of red roses on her bedside. James lifted the flowers out of the vase and put them on the blanket. He began counting, placing the roses to the other side. James got to the 11th rose and stopped counting. He picked up the plastic 12th Rose and placed it in Katherine's hand. "And this one, Katie, this rose I was going to hand to you and tell you that when the last rose out of the bunch dies, that is when my love for you would die"