Begonia has also flourished and declined

The year Julian and I were truly, irrevocably in love.

For me, he took three blades: one to his brow, another to his ankle, a third slicing deep into his back.

Everyone said Julian loved me like his own life.

Until another woman showed up, heavily pregnant.

"You must be Scarlett, right?"

The woman tossed a stack of photos onto my face.

"Julian stopped loving you ages ago. I suggest you be smart and get lost."

In the pictures, Julian's eyes held a gentle softness.

I watched the rain intensify, then lifted my hand.