one.
“The first petal hit the ground, as the last few ashes got blown away in the wind.
Water, a beautiful thing to others, yet to this soul, water was the foulest of them all.
Water normally signifies calm, rippling tides, but in this case it represents a raging inferno, swallowing up everything in its path.
Water turned them to ashes, leaving nothing behind except the rose petal, falling down from the windowsill.
Water changes with time, and so do people. They all left them.
Alone.
Time is a strange thing, it can change people for the better, or for the worse.”
“...two chances left.”