Rose

When I was nine years old—— I met a young man wearing a white shirt. He ignored the rain and bent slightly to protect the cluster of purple roses in the corner. His eyebrows were as dark as the mountains, gentle and handsome. From then on, I spent fourteen years following him. I thought that after being together with him, I would be happy by staying peacefully by his side, and in exchange, we would treat each other as if we were guests for the rest of our lives. But unable to bear his calculations, coercion, and his gentle love for others, I let him go and restored his freedom. After the divorce, the man acted like a madman...