A/N- Here it is, rewritten and hopefully improved

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Roses

Story By StormDancer

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She studied the three roses on the table, half afraid that if she touched them, they would dissolve, taken from her in the same mysterious way that they had been delivered to her door. Hesitantly, she reached out a hand and picked up each rose in turn, turning it over in her hand before laying it back down beside its fellows. Blush pink, ruby red, or snowy white… did it mean what she thought it meant, or was this simply a product of too many romance novels? A note tied to the ivory flower tenderly stripped of thorns caught her attention.

You know what it means. Tell me what I need to know, and give me my heart’s desire.

It was unsigned, but she knew who had sent it. Only one person in her acquaintance had read enough to know what the roses meant, and only he would ask her such a question. She hovered at her desk, undecided, nervously fixing her dress for the dance while her mind was worlds away.

Which rose to wear? She had thought she knew her feelings and his, but this forced an irrevocable choice. The pink rose of love hopeful, desired? The red rose of passion, acceptance? Or the white rose of love’s shroud, dead? A knock on the door interrupted her musings.

“I’m coming!” she yelled to whoever was outside of it, but she knew quite well who it was. He had his own special knock, his own special everything that she looked forward to more than anything else in the world. She rushed to open the door, pinning her decisions onto her collar as she hurried as fast as her high heels would allow her.

He was waiting patiently- he knew her far too well too expect punctuality- with more flowers held in front of him as a peace offering or as something else, she wasn’t sure. His eyes strayed to her dress collar instead of her face, his fond smile dying for the instant he searched for a flower. Than he looked up to meet her eyes, and offered her his arm and the flowers. She took them both, and they left the room together.

The white rose was left alone on the desk.