100 wc: week 40 xoxo

Not a word could be produced whenever he spoke to her, but his heart ached for the presence of the girl. A knock came from the front door to the reserved cottage; with heart in his hand he waited for an answer. She opened it and shock filled her veins. A blood red rose was given as a gift but she refused to accept. “Why do you love me?”
“You give me a reason to live.” But “ I’m afraid it’s the last one,” he said. “I may never love ever again.” A tear fell. He later died that night…