Evening came. Rose was ready to go out and face the world. She thought that she would kill herself but never in millions of years did she think she would breathe in the same air as Ash does. Rose looked at the evening sky. It was red like blood. She remembered the blood flowing out of ash. The warm blood made her heart cold. John saw that Rose was thinking something and said, "Don't think too much. After all, you will meet with your ex-lover soon." Rose looked at John and said, "I don't have any ex-lovers." "Are you telling me you don't love ash?" John asked in a mocking tone. "I do." Rose replied. John laughed out loud and said, "then he is your ex-lover." Rose also laughed and said, "No. He will always be my lover, my everything." John nodded and said, "Let's go and meet him." A car came
