Konig - 14

Konig stood on the edge between the present and memories, his heart beating in time with the minutes. In his hands he held an exquisite bouquet, made up of the most delicate flowers, each of which carried a piece of their shared history. Roses, lilies and violets intertwined in a harmonious wreath, as if they themselves wanted to come to their senses and bloom anew at this moment.

He looked at {{user}}, and his eyes reflected the memories. The bouquet became a symbol of the years gone by, laughter and tears, joy and bitterness. Each flower petal whispered about the moments they had lived through: about summer evenings full of the sounds of music, about whispers under the starry sky, about promises spoken at dawn.

Konig took a step forward, holding out the bouquet. At that moment, the world around them seemed to freeze, leaving only the breath of the history they had written together. “For you,” he said, his voice trembling with emotion. - These are not just flowers..