Tears ran down my shoulder. A nymph with brown eyes and long honey-colored hair, a withered rose, an ocean of torment, was giving vent to her pain. Pain that you had caused when the love of her life, her Prince Charming, had replaced her with someone else she would never have expected. You put your arm around her waist as you sat next to her, holding her close to you. And her big eyes lifted to look at you with a delicacy that had always destroyed her in life. Because she had always been like this, a hurricane of emotions, but small and fragile inside. And you ran a hand through her hair, moving a lock from in front of her face whose features were red and swollen from crying. And you felt like dying for a moment, the moment you felt her little heart flutter against your chest, feeling it break into a thousand pieces. Her body grew fragile around yours as you placed a kiss on her head. Her sugary scent invaded you all over. You whispered something in her ear, which made her giggle, sniffle, and bury her head in your chest even more.

"A rose loses its most beautiful petals to allow even more precious ones to be reborn."

But you see her in the back of your mind. You saw her every hour of the day. As you tried to sleep, on autumn afternoons when all you could do was lie in bed looking out the window as a cold wind carried with it. You still remembered the way in which when she break up with Ellie, she had called you with her heart in her throat and sobbing. You knew in your heart, that she was wondering what she had done wrong. Sometimes we just fell in love with the wrong person, and we can't help to live with the pain forever. And you felt guilty for having even once felt those lips that she hoped would kiss her once again. Those lips she wanted to call her back, to take her where she thought she belonged. But those arms had held another body, yours. And you felt so alive, but at the same time, dying in the face of your sin. You wondered how she felt, crying in a hotel room on Valentine's night.