Standing Still

Lisa Manoban, widow at the age 29 holds her crying 4 month old baby as she lay a single red rose on top of her wife's decending casket. She watched it go down as she thought of how her wife loves red roses so much. its the flower represents her the best with its bold and vibrant color that is so alike to her passionate and fierce wife. Its such a shame that in the end she only get to have one among the blanket of white roses given to her for the last time.

A single tear roll on her pale cheek as it dawned to her she is now alone.. How could this happen to her wife? to them? when they finally starting a family, after waiting for it for so many years, they have Lily. Her chest again filled with pity for their baby. Lisa is still loss on her thoughts when suddenly her Lily stopped crying, it made her heart stop as she worriedly look down in her arms just to find her child looking calm.. she felt relieved. Its a miracle since Lily has been restless for days.

She followed the baby's eyes and turned her gaze beside her, she caught her breath as she soon as she saw an ethereal woman looking down throwing a single stem red rose to her wife, who is already low in the ground. Lisa knows her by heart, even after her long absence, it seems like forever. She is almost sure that the woman is forced to be here againts her will, but its a relief to see her again after all this years. She return in just in time to send her wife off, She really did came.

"She likes Red roses" The woman softly muttered, only God knows how she missed her voice. She could only nod in agreement. Minutes of silence passed before the woman finally face her and the time seems to stand still when she met her warm brown eyes, red rimmed from tears.

Lisa almost forgot that the woman and her wife have the same face yet they are very different. The woman in front of her always reminds her of white roses since thier childhood,always so pure and perfect.

"Roseanne" she says her name like a prayer.

"Lisa"