Absentmindedly, Vionne removed the petals from the rose one by one. When she ran out of petals, she grew bored and grabbed another flower. This time, she decided to mimic that famous hotdog commercial in her own version.
“I love him, I love him not,” she repeated, pulling off each petal until only a few were left. She was nervous about the outcome.
At her age, she thought, she shouldn’t be acting like this. Her mouth dropped open when she saw the result.
“What? I don’t love him?” she questioned, doubting the flower’s verdict. Frustrated, she crumpled the poor flower and tossed it aside.
Vionne was puzzled by her reaction. She suddenly stood up, stuffed her hands into her pockets, and walked back to the garden. Instead of enjoying the roses, she kicked them.
“Liar! I do miss him!” she
