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The Blue Rose

I met him in a cemetery. Where had he found a blue rose? Except for it being so unusual, I wouldn't have cared. As it was it made for an easy way to approach him.

I'd meant to visit my grandma's grave. Yet this heart break wearing a raincoat stood there like an Adonis statue. I couldn't focus on anything but him and the flower in his hand.

Oh no; He must have seen me gawking! His eyes seemed to pull me into inescapable depths. "Funny, most people just come here to mourn," he said. "You've been watching me for quite a while. What do you find so fascinating?"