Her Roses
Written on August 8th, 2022 by Ethan Zhang
I ran down the aisle, looking for the right bouquet. None of them stood out to me. Then I saw her favourite roses. I paid for them and gloomily walked down the empty street. The rain poured down in torrents, hiding my tears. I placed the exposed roses on the broken headstone; tears streaming down.
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