A Yellow Rose
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"Isn't it ironic how we kill flowers because we think that they're beautiful?" He asked, while I took hold of a yellow rose in my hand.
I chuckled at him before answering, "Isn't it ironic that my name is Ayushi?"
He rolled his eyes before an annoyed look found a way to his face.
"Perhaps the reason people are drawn to flowers is not only because of their outer beauty, but because they remind you beautiful things will bloom after the longest seasons of waiting." I said, smiling down at the beautiful flower in my hand.
"But why a yellow rose?" He questioned further.
"Yellow rose means remembrance."
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