Bouquet glare on the water painting holding stories it can no

holding stories it can no longer tell

It feels as though time has slowed

The flowers

the button still held hope

it sways slightly in the dusty air of the old house

Bouquet glare on the water painting holding stories it can noA beautiful bouquet of pink roses stood proudly in a delicate green vase, their petals at the peak of bloom. The flowers, soft yet vibrant, had opened just enough to showcase their full beauty, with velvety layers unfurling toward the light. The air around them was saturated with a sweet, intoxicating fragrance, filling the room with warmth and tranquility. The sunlight streamed in through the windows, casting a soft glow on the bouquet. Each rose,