It was autumn everywhere. The rose of their hearts was still blooming. She was as soft as a petal, beautiful and full of fragrance, delicate and loved by all while he remained as harsh as a thorn, to protect his petals from the hell outside. He made sure her beauty remained undisturbed eternally from the cruel world. The world tried separating them but failed. The petal and thorn, made the flower look the best in the garden. It was the purity of their love, which brought spring in autumn.