She couldn't believe it. How could he claim to love her and just leave her stranded like that? She didn't understand, she lived for him, and he never really cared about her at all. She built her life around him, and the only thing she got, was a single rose.

Every morning she'd glance at the rose. It reminded her of broken promises and goodbyes.

Every night she'd be to tired to care. It didn't get any attention then. It was left alone, no attention it felt almost as abandoned as she did.

The difference between them, every morning, she'd glance at it. But she never got the same. Was it really different? Which is worse, to be avoided completely or to have attention for a few moments?

She never would've guessed her life would've fallen in a pit of despair. Then again nobody looks down if they're afraid of heights.

Every night, close to 12 she'd pull out old letters and read them one by one. She didn't want to let go, but needed to.

Going through the letters, it suddenly made sense to her. Things aren't always meant to last. Her tears dried up on their own. She was freed from the past, just as the last rose he gave her withered away.