Black rose. 

 

Meaning of death, maybe means mystery or obsession, something dangerous.

But in that time all that flower meant was sorrow. 

 

Even now when Minji sees black rose in vase she remembers how they first met.

 

 

 

 

Minji was owner of florist shop. Her parents were disappointed with choice of their daughter to spend her life, they wished she was doctor or lawyer. Someone who can earn a lot of money or be recognised. 

 

But no. 

 

Minji wanted to do what she loved. Her passion was art. Reading a lot of poems and loving symbolism of different things. Flowers were her favourite one. Something living. Each flower needed to grown from seed and survive on it’s own. Also each one had different meaning.

 

Everytime someone came to her shop she was wondering “do they buy this flower because of the meaning or only because it looks nice?” Sometimes her clients asked which flower would be the best to show their intensions. She has met a lot of teenagers, husbands or other people who asked her which rose would be a perfect one to symbolise their admiration to soulmates.

 

One day one of her friends, Bora stepped by to give a little help in shop. Actually Minji was the only one working, Bora was only sitting in corner and studying things to her final exams. She was at Psychology University, her dream was to be psychologist and helping people.

 

“Hope you won’t get too tired by helping me” Minji smirked with a small glance at her friend who was reading some psychology book.

 

“Sorry, I know I promised to help you, but-“

 

“Relax Bora, I’m just messing with you.” Minji interrupted her before finishing a sentence.

 

Door bell rang and she turned around to service her new costumer. She saw tall, long silver-haired girl with a sad look in her eyes. Girl only walked to the cash without looking at flowers surrounding them.

 

“Good evening, do you have black roses?” She quietly asked.

 

Minji was surprised. It’s the first time someone asked her about black rose. Usually people are looking for red or yellow ones.

 

“Um, I think I should have couple hidden in other room...” she glanced at Bora, because she felt on herself her’s fiercing look.

 

Bora stood up and went to mentioned room for black roses. She left black-haired friend behind so she could get payment or something. Bora didn’t exactly know what she needs to do when someone buys some flowers.

 

Minji prepared white paper to pack rose, but her actions were interrupted by client.

 

“Do you have maybe black or dark coloured paper? I am sorry for weird request but it actually means a lot for me.”

 

Minji only nodded and changed her paper for black one. Bora was back with vase full of black roses. Minji didn’t know how many to take out of the vase so she looked at silver-haired girl. 

 

“Only one rose, please.” Mistery girl said even before hearing a question.

 

Minji took one rose and cut off the spikes, she wrapped it in a paper and was ready to give it to her costumer.

 

“Do you just like black or you choose it deliberately?” Minji couldn’t stop herself before asking.

 

Girl on the other side of cash desk only left sad smile. She payed for her flower and took black paper with one rose inside.

 

“I know what this one is symbolising.”

 

After that girl left a shop. 

 

Bora was looking at her friend with curiosity, because she was still looking at closed door after costumer has left.

 

“Before you ask... probably she has lost someone close, someone who she loved.” Minji said without giving her friend any single glance.

 

Bora nodded and whispered to herself “damn, this is more interesting than my psychology.”