forever rose

Last name...but can I ask if you have heard of this person? "

The woman paused for a very long time, and Jane tried to see if her lips were still moving, but it was still in vain. After the trouble just now, her eyes only responded to a large area of ​​color.

Then she stood up, and she could feel her hands wiping her body and putting on her apron by the voice, and then the woman went to the kitchen and brought a pallet and apples.

"Would you like an apple?"

"Uh, uh... ok. Excuse me..."

"She lived here last month and then moved out. Can you tell me who she is for you?"

"She's my mother."

"Even though she's only 34"

"I love her," replied Jane, "no matter how old she is or who she is, I love her."

The woman stopped again, then silently picked up the fruit knife and slowly peeled it off.

"What kind of love"

"Um"

"I said, how do you love her?"

"I...don't know," Jane said, "but every time I close my eyes, I think of her face, even though I'm nearly blind now, but I remember it. Her skin is white and smooth, like Soft as a feather, I like to hold her hand like she would nibble my ear with her lips; her lips are thin, and she wears orange red lipstick every time....I never see Others have put on that lipstick, but when she puts it on... like a rose... and her hair! It's the most beautiful part of her, I...”

"What if I told you she's not like that anymore?"

brush!Apples are cut in half.

"If you don't wear lipstick, you start to get wrinkles...and your hair is not in a mess, if that's the case...would you still love her?

"...it will." Without hesitation, Jane "absolutely."

"Ah..." the woman sighed, "You don't understand, Jane."

Jane could feel the warm fluid swirling in her eye sockets.Oh mom, it's you who don't understand...

About how much I love you.

"So, what if she doesn't love you?" The woman said to herself, "Maybe you are just a projection of her youth...Maybe, that kind of love is just out of pity..." She Gazing into Jane's eyes, as if trying to see if what she said next was a truth or a lie.

Diana didn't want to be lied to again.

"...I love her, no matter who she loves. As long as I can see her again...it doesn't matter...ahem..."

"Even death"

Jane looked up suddenly.

"Even in death."

The woman stopped talking, and she handed Jane a piece of apple.

Jane took it.

"She used to like eating apples the most. She told me to eat more so that my skin would be as good as hers."

"Your skin is actually very good."

"thanks."

"She mentioned about you."

"real?"

"Yes. She said that she can't see you because she has become extremely ugly now. It seems that all the youthful years left you and stayed with you. But people in your family said that you can't meet, otherwise It will only make you sicker."

Jane's eyes were reddish.Through her tears, she seemed to see the world more clearly.She took the woman's hands and held them as soft as feathers.

"It doesn't matter, as long as I can see her again."

"She blamed herself because of her, and made you sick. She said, if only you hadn't fallen in love with a woman who is so rich in gold..." The woman choked up more and more, "If, she It would have been better if I hadn't married into the Morrison family... all, all..."

"I don't care! I never fucking care! I love her, I love her so much..." Jane hugged the woman.

"Will she still want to see me?"

The woman withdrew her clenched hand and hugged Jane back.Very tight, very tight.

"Yes, she would." The words were almost forced out of the trembling, but Diana knew that there was nothing more certain than this.

Jane's face was close to the woman's face, using the most possible distance to see the woman's appearance clearly.Then, she chuckled.

"It's as beautiful as I remember it."

Diana kissed Jane on the lips.

There was a strong floral scent, rose petals flying every time they left each other's lips for breath.Some are Jane's, some are Diana's, but no matter what, they are all one.

They are all one.

－What if I love not you, but me who is like me...－

- Then love you, me and you, together. -

till the end.

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Jack made himself a cup of coffee and sat on the sofa in the lobby to enjoy the coming spring.

Twenty years have passed since that incident.And because of Jane's will, the house came to his name.

The content of the letter is as follows:

Dear Jack,

I'm sorry for my previous rudeness, please forgive me.When you read this letter, I am no longer alive.I understand that my departure this time will bring the greatest damage to my body, and I understand Albert's difficulties.However, I also know that being able to die with her is my greatest wish in this life.

I'm not coming back, I expected it.

As the last member of the Morrison family, I announce that this mansion will be inherited by the housekeeper, Albert Parrison, and the deacon, Jack Richard.

You can take it as compensation for what the Morrison family owes you.Live here indefinitely and start your family.

Finally, sincere thanks.

Jane Morrison

After Jane eloped, he and Albert found them dead but smiling in their bedroom in that house, beautifully dead, surrounded by flower petals.

They brought the bodies of the two back here and buried them in the garden.

From the position where Jack is sitting now, it can be clearly seen that a large area of ​​roses is crawling above the two tombstones, and amidst the pink, two white mutated flowers emerge from the top.

They even climbed up the wall beside them, and the petals were as soft as a wedding dress.Their stems are intertwined like this.

Day and night, every year.

End.