The Unwound Future: Fanfic"Hello. We haven't seen each other in a while, have we? But I suppose that's my fault. Too many puzzles and cases, so little time."More Like This
"But I brought you flowers." A bouquet of pink roses are clenched tightly in his hands, his fingers are shaking from the force of which he is holding them. The thorns are sharp, like small daggers tearing through his skin; he doesn't feel the pain. Crimson blood drips from his fingers, onto the pure, white snow at his feet. "They're roses, your favorite." With a tight jaw he sets them down. His blood is beginning to stain the flowers, its dark, rich pigment spreading across the pink petals.
It's quiet again. Removing his hat with trembling fingers he musters up the courage to continue.
"I think of you all the time you know. Some days more than others." He chuckles softly; his breath comes out as a white mist. "I heard a bird chirping today. It was a cardinal, I think. Reminded me of when we decorated the apartment for the holidays, and you sang alon