She said that he was like a white rose in bud, pure and shy...
She said he looked best when he wore a white shirt...
She also said that she would never get tired of eating the food he cooked...
But why do you get tired of it so quickly? A lifetime... Is it so short?
Ps: The inspiration comes from the horror novels I read in elementary school. My writing skills are limited and I don't like to take detours.
Conception: