It was all familiar to you, now as an old woman, in your old age. The pictures hanging on the walls, pictures of you and your beloved from many years ago. Park Seonghwa. Your husband, who you love to this very day, ever since he disappeared years ago.

He was a detective. The slicked back hair, the suits, the trench coats, and the bothersome tobacco. The man made many enemies in his days, which you thought was the cause of his disappearance those many years ago. Maybe they'd finally caught up to him. Your heart still ached for the man.

Detaching your eyes from the picture, you make your way downstairs slowly on the cane. Around this time, you'd tend to your garden, one you kept for him since he loved daisies and roses, all because your name was Rose.

"Excuse me, miss." A deep voice called from beside you suddenly. A man in a dark blue suit, his tall frame and slicked back hair, you recognized him. But how? "Do you know a lady by the name of Rose?" His gloved hand came to a rosebud, dipping his head slightly to smell it. The corner of his lips turned up as the sun glowed upon his skin.

This wasn't right. If it's him, he should be old like you. His eyes met yours. It was him. He looked the same, just as years ago. But did he recognize you? The turnt corners of his lips said it all. "Roses.." he inhaled, then tilted his head at you.