Three weeks after
Jasmine's POV
Evan and I had been lying in bed when an idea crossed my mind. I had realized that there were so such to him that I didn't know about as yet and so many unanswered questions.
I gently tugged on his shoulder and he turned towards me with a smiling face and messy hair.
"Can't sleep?" He asked.
"Can I ask you something?" I asked, ignoring his question.
"Sure, what is it?"
"Why do you give women white roses when you're through with them?"
He chuckled and ran his hands over his face.
"When I was a little boy, I used to go to my grandmother's house a lot before she passed. Right before she got sick, she started planting a garden of white roses and I assisted her sometimes. Right before the very first blossom of the roses, she passed. She never got the chance to see her white garden and I took it very hard. So, I use white roses to tell women goodbye and that they're dead to me."
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