"Do you love me?" His cold eyes stared at a white flower. The skies were dark. The wind was rough. He pulled off a petal. "You love me" He pulled another. "You love me not" His eyes seemed to be getting colder. He pulled a petal once again. "You love me" He dropped the flower and stepped on it "Then you don't" He slowly looked up at me. His face was dull, cold, angry, the list could go on. You love me, you love me not.