laracrovt:

It’s so fragile… Look, the petal edges have turned crimson. As they were on the day I received it. The one thing missing is the single drop of dew which slid down the leaf when I took the rose in hand. Or was it blood - because I’d pricked my finger? I can’t remember. You know, I never did read the letter from Olgierd. I didn’t have to. And I needn’t have kept the flower he left me.