Mondrich looked at the blooming roses on the window sill and chuckled, "Is that to commemorate me?" "
Elvit's breath froze, and his mind immediately recalled the joke-like "Remember me with a rose" that Mondrich had said to him before the war. He quickly stepped forward and picked up the scissors that he usually used to cut dead leaves and cut out the flowers one by one.
"No sir, no! "Elvit faced Mondrich with an arm full of roses. The bright red made him almost inhumanly beautiful under the warm sun.
Mondrich looked at him calmly, as if he had never been separated from each other. But such silence made Elvit panic for no reason, as if everything in the arms of the people in front of him had turned into sand, and he couldn't hold it no matter what.
In a panic, he held up the rose and knelt down on one knee to the elegant noble gentleman sitting on the seat, "Sir, I..." The light in his eyes dimmed, and his eyes were full of dark beauty, "I have over-the-top thoughts about you... I have had them for a long time..." His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of blowing away the person in front of him. "Rose - not to commemorate you, but to miss you. ""
Intention: Remember me with a rose