Catfishing the billionaire
Its petals, once vibrant and full of life, were now delicate and brittle, its color faded over time.
As I held the dried rose, an unexpected image flashed before my eyes. It was Stassie, her radiant smile lighting up her face. It was a smile that could outshine the sun, a smile that had the power to make anyone's day brighter. The rose, in its silent beauty, reminded me of her.