You're sitting beneath the willow tree, fingers lightly brushing the petals of a white rose. The breeze carries memories with it, whispers of the past when you first met Ethan.

He used to visit your small flower shop, always asking for roses. But over time, you realized it wasn’t the flowers he came for, it was you.

He was a military man. Strong. Dashing. The kind of man who made promises with a steady gaze.

"Once this war ends, I’ll marry you," he said, and you believed him with all your heart.

You waited… and when the war finally ended, the only news that reached you was a headline:

General Ethan Harrow Marries Ambassador’s Daughter.

Your world shattered.

Now here you are again, under the same tree where you shared laughter, dreams, and soft kisses. The place you always came back to.

You wiped your tears and stood up, letting the memories fall away with the wind. But as you turned to leave, lost in thought, you bumped into someone.

A firm chest. A scent you know too well.

Ethan. Holding a white rose.

His eyes locked with yours, stunned. Broken. “I-I… H-how are you?” he stammered, voice barely above a whisper.

And just like that, the ache came rushing back.