Chapter Three

Her palms were sweaty. The book she held began to slip. She looked at it. It was such a pretty book. The hard cardboard covered in velvet. The words ‘my love’ written artistically in gold. She had bought it just for him; for them. She remembered her 24th birthday party.

It was a private affair, unlike those disastrous college bashes kids throw these days. It was just close friends and family. Simon came over with a huge pink cake. She thought it was pretty gaudy, but she loved the pink roses on it. She poked him in the stomach playfully, with the cake knife, “And where’s my special rose?”, she was pretty sure he had forgotten. “Oh! Oh dear! I’m so sorry,” he said, and pulled out a lovely red rose. She gave him a tight warm hug. It had been 5 months since he had asked her out. They were terribly in love. Everyday he met her, he’d give her a rose. And everyday, she would keep one petal between the pages of the red velvet book. She wanted to remember every moment she spent with him, forever…