The white snow continued to fall from the clear blue sky just like how it was on that same fateful day. The temperature was almost on the negative side, but here stood a tall lean male who would've never thought of standing in a place like this. A place so lonely, lifeless, deathly quiet and abandoned.
 

The only thing that filled his mind at this moment was the memories, the memories of their sad and painful past.
 

"Can you believe it? It's been a year already." His warm breath was visible due to the dry winter air. He took few steps forward before slowly placing a red rose down. The red of the petals looked and stood out on top of the white. He retreated back his steps before his eyes gazed up to the sky.
 

A snowflake landed gently on his warm cheek.

It felt cold, like how this world was.

Every year, the male would visit and bring with him a red rose.

Today, this was the fifth one.
 

Five years had gone past and yet, it still felt like it was just yesterday when he lost her. He lived through these five years with regret and with a throbbing heart which seemed to never heal. If there was a possibility of going back to the past, he'd take it. Even when it'll cost his life. He