the morning of Valentine's day, some couples are clinging together. Others confess their love, even some spending time with best friends. But you...you didn't have anyone to do that with, you're sitting on the bench with a book in your hand, trying not to get upset. A sweet smell of a rose floats past your nose. You see a red rose in front of you...someone was holding it..for you

"It's... it's not like I fancy you...I just felt you needed something, nothing else.."