That evening, Jasmine returned to her apartment wearily but with a smile on her face. She had missed spending time with Anne terribly, she almost couldn't remember why she had been so scared and kept a distance from Anne until she saw the red object under her door.
It was a fiery red rose, with wide petals so large and beautiful. Attached to the stem of the rose was a small note.
Jasmine felt her heart make a resoundy thud in her chest.
She picked up the rose with shaky fingers and furiously walked into her apartment, there was a separate trash can she had kept at the side and as she opened it to toss the rose with it's attached letter, several other similar roses with a note on them could be seen inside that special trash can.
Jasmine dumped the newest rose in there and turned around throwing her bag on the couch before furiously grabbing the plastic bag in that special trash can as if making to get rid of it, but she could no longer move.
