Johann sat by the window, watching the golden rays of the rising sun cast a warm glow over his skin, piercing through grey blue clouds. He found himself sitting here often, those days where he had the energy to move, the only part of the hospital room he resided in that he could stand to look at. As he traced the outline of the light outside with his eyes, memories of happier days flooded his mind, each moment etched with the indelible mark of love and grief, mind entering the hazy landscape of the past. He still distinctly remembered the first time he saw them, the love of his life.

They shone brighter in his mind that all the stars combined. He had never been more happy then those days, those quiet nights where they would dance in the candlelight by the croons of a record player, a daze of wine and love, stumbling into the garden like young lovers, laughing over nothing and everything. He would've spent every waking hour of his life with them.

But then the blood test results came back. Time, once a limitless expanse stretching out before him, now dwindled to mere moments slipping through his fingers like grains of sand. The days blurred together in a haze of doctor's appointments and treatment plans, the tick of the clock echoing in his heart with the deep-seated knowledge that he was going to die. As he gazed out the window, Johann knew that his time was running out. Just like even the most luminous roses, once vibrant and full of life, would find their petals to wither and fall, to make way for the next one. And perhaps that thought was what led him here, staring up to the light of his existence, his sun, gentle tired eyes staring into the most adoring stunning face he'd ever love.

"I want to see the roses,Käraste , one last time." His hands found theirs, holding tight. "To feel the sun upon my face and the earth beneath my feet, surrounded by the beauty of nature's embrace, to the brethren I will become. Will you grant me this, my love? Will you walk with me, hand in hand, until the very end?"