It was a random occurrence and a phenomena. Matthew should not exist, and yet he does. Alfred accidentally stumbled upon him as a child, but it was not a memory he would soon forget. Matthew is merely a reflection of nature. He doesn't stay for long. His time is fleeting, because at the end of every autumn, he vanishes, taking the roses with him. Matthew will grow to the age of a young man, and live on forever with the roses, seemingly never aging after that. The two grow up together, but when Alfred makes a terrible mistake, he risks his best friend's life. Is it fixable? Or has Alfred already lost the one thing he unknowingly treasures? One thing is for certain; Matthew is going to die.