"The scattered flower petals, the drops are crimson
The waning moon spins around, projecting an eternal love"
- Kasou by L'Arc~en~Ciel translated by Meg-chan
Upon visiting my brother last summer, I noticed that a rose bush that Laura had planted yielded only one red rose. My brother said that since she had passed, the bush only grew one rose per season.
It was Laura's last parting gift....
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