Fading rays of sunlight littered the sky, as I walk down the familiar road back to our- I mean my home. Soon I feel cold breezes swiftly brushed my shivering skin.

"Winter came fast huh?..."

I continued my walk as all my thoughts rammed up against me. Questions filled my boggling mind "what was wrong with roses?" aren't they the symbol of someone's passion? Aren't they the most sweetest of flowers? Can someone just please tell me why?!

And as if by pure luck my phone rings. I quickly looked and saw it was mugs calling me.

"Hey bro how's your search for him?"

"I..found him"

"Really?! How did it go?"

"Not well at all"

I then heard mumbling in the other side of the line and a new familiar voice spoke, a voice to familiar for my choice.

"What happened"

It was Boris, of course the brother of my ex- husband had to be there. After our divorce Boris has been comforting Bendy- I mean Benny for the last couple years, he never told me about his brother's whereabouts, cause he says "he doesn't want to see you" and truth be told he was right. Still his grudge against me never lose any spark. He and his brother still hates me.

I held my phone tightly with a painful grip. Fear drenched my body full and heavy as I spoke my words clearly.

"He still hates me"

"I knew it"

"But why?"

"Isn't that obvious"

I could literally feel him roll his eyes in pure annoyance, but I directly answer back as to not get the wrong idea.

"Its not that, what I meant was I gave him roses and-"

"You idiot!!!", he directly cuts me with a loud scream, and continues.

" Did you really forgot how much he hated roses?!"

"I..umm..." I scratched my neck as to try and soothe my upcoming embarrassment. Clearly, how could I forget how it reminds him of blood?! I'm such an idiot! (Which he is) Being his husband for the past years, how could I forget such a thing?!

He just sighs in tolerance and tries to calm down, probably because of mugs being there.

"Of course you would forget your ex-husband's favorite flowers, of fucking course"

"I'm-"

"It's Gumamelas"

"What?"

"The flower he loves are Gumamelas"

"Why are you telling me this?"

"For personal reasons"

And just like that he hanged up and the common static ring followed. I turned around and ran back to the pastel shop. Hoping to see him still there. And as I came into a halt there he was, closing the shop his back facing against me as his shoulders trembled and shaken. I silently stepped closer and heard silent whales of sorrow to which I came to hug him tenderly. He was a bit taken back by surprise, but he quickly regained composure and firmly spoke.

"Why are you here?"

"I don't know...I just have a feeling"

"What is it? Lust? Greed?"

"No... It's something that is bubbled deep within me"

He raised a brow at first but he drops his hard act of attaining superiority, and he shows what he truly feels. His eyes looked down in depress, his lips press against his own in doubt and his cheeks tainted with sorrowful tears of hate.

"Why do you still keep coming?"

His question was not of hate, but was more of sorrow, regret but was filled with hopelessness. I just answered back with the same tone as his and said.

"The question is why do you still hate me?"

"You already knew the answer to that"

"But I've changed I stopped my tainting act! Why do you still look down on me!?"

"Because I can't trust a man like you to heal back the pain you have caused!!"

"Can't you just trust me?"

My woes were nothing but mere words for him. This man in front of me, who I loved, who I hurt and I broke. Filled with utter hate incomparable to any man, I have pushed him to far out of his boundaries, and now he can't fix himself. He wore a golden mask in front of all people to see, to believe and to hide his tear stained eyes. This man was no longer happy of his life and I was the cause of that. He stepped back and with pure anger he shouts.

"You are a man with no morals!! A man without fear of breaking someone!! A man who gave no care to his husband!! Why would I trust a man like you?!

A man who broke my aching heart...."