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SHORT-STORY<br />
Thorns And Petals<br />
Photo: Freepik // wirestock<br />
Aurora Trondsen Flatvoll<br />
Writer<br />
Robert sat across from his wife, Hannah, Reminiscing<br />
their first meeting. He spoke softly, and his eyes reflected<br />
years of laughter and love. “You were so beautiful that<br />
day,” he said gently. “Remember? We met at that little park<br />
downtown,” Robert continued as he wandered around<br />
the room, changing out the old roses that had started to<br />
lose their petals. “Your laughter was contagious, and I<br />
knew then that you were the one.”<br />
The room around them held memories, from framed<br />
pictures on the walls to the cozy chair in the corner,<br />
where Hannah used to curl up with a book. Robert´s<br />
gaze shifted to the present, to the figure on the couch. A<br />
woman with brown hair and a delicate smile, oblivious<br />
to the thoughts racing through her husband´s mind.<br />
room, strategically placed to mask the subtle odor that<br />
had permeated the house. It was a scent that lingered,<br />
refusing to be erased.<br />
Robert plucked three roses from one of the vases by the<br />
fireplace and settled down beside Hannah. He gently<br />
took the withered flowers from Hannah‘s cold grasp.<br />
The new bright red roses he placed in her little hands<br />
contrasted against her pale skin. Robert´s eyes rested<br />
on Hannah‘s lifeless gaze; he stroked her cold cheek and<br />
said, “We promised forever.”<br />
As Robert spoke, he unfolded the pages of their<br />
relationship- the concerts they went to, the spontaneous<br />
road trips, the stolen kisses in hidden corners of the<br />
world. His eyes wandered again to the woman on the<br />
couch, his girl, as he often called her. Even after twelve<br />
years, she was still as beautiful as the day they met. He<br />
admired her from a distance, lost in his thoughts.<br />
“We had our disagreements, didn´t we?” Robert<br />
Acknowledged, his tone shifting slightly. “But that´s<br />
normal in any relationship. The passion and fire keep<br />
things on the edge and alive.”<br />
He recounted a recent fight, and their living room still<br />
had scars from both presents and the current storm –<br />
another hole in the wall, broken pictures and ornaments<br />
on the floor, and the coffee table’s broken leg.<br />
Robert knew his temper, which surged when he felt<br />
threatened or was about to lose control. He wasn´t proud<br />
of it, but he believed it stemmed from the intensity of his<br />
love for Hannah. “I´m Sorry, Hannah,” he whispered,<br />
picking up a broken picture from the floor. Almost as if<br />
he were seeking forgiveness from the frozen image of his<br />
wife smiling back at him. “I never meant to hurt you. It´s<br />
just that… I love you so much.” He paused, looking over<br />
at his girl. “Sometimes it overwhelms me.”<br />
Robert had been carefully crafting a façade to cover the<br />
cracks in their relationship; roses adorned the living<br />
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