23 — Empty expression of affection

Indeed, I wish this was some kind of nightmare… I even pinch myself to make sure I'm not asleep and, to my complete dismay, it's nothing but reality.

That damn bouquet of white roses is so big that there are easily hundreds of flowers squeezed into the arrangement, practically overflowing; there are even some petals loose at the table.

Desmond stops, noticing my reaction… and his eyes follow the s