A Bed of Roses

She loved roses. She loved the deceptive beauty of its red.
"I wanna lay on a bed of roses."

And he promised he'd do that.
"You'd look beautiful."

She knew of his crimes. Yet she still stuck to him.
Hoping that she'd one day bloom.
And she did.

"Then... when I die, will you do that?"

He looked back on her words as he carried her limp body up the snow-coated hill.
He laid her down on the snow under the pine tree on top of the hill.

A bed of roses bloomed beneath her.
Indeed, she looked beautiful.