Primaflora

Giving flowers to someone is the most awkward thing I would ever do, even to my girlfriend. I haven't given her a single petal since the day we were together.
She used to ask me to give her just one long-stemmed red rose that costs less than thirty pesos. Every month she's begging me for it.
Our anniversary is fast approaching and so i want to surprise her with what she's been asking for. I want her to be happy on that day by giving her much of she wanted. I am a pro when it comes to poker, a game played by the thugs. And so I took a bet on one of the best player in a certain casino. I won the game; I won big. But it did not ended well. He was not a man of his words. He bet a big amount of cash and didn't give me what I deserve to get. I threw the first punch when I realize she was at the entrance. I paused for a moment wondering how did she know i was here. Then suddenly he ran towards her and grabbed her threatening her life with his shining small knife. That pimp had his ally knocked me out of my consciousness as I heard her scream for help.
At the moment i returned to my cognizance, the pain was on the edge to hurt me more. An eerie feeling made my spine chill. Her mother was at the bedside, looking pale and doesn't seem want to talk. She silently delivered me to a place with no identification. Perplexed, i really have no idea what was I doing in that creepy place. A man called me up and led me to a chamber. I can feel my knees wobble like gelatin when in saw her there lying flat, cold, and breathless. And the trace of blood blotted the clothe that covered her face.
Today is our supposedly 3rd anniversary. I know it's too long for me to wait to face her. I'm now standing in front of a marble where her name was carved; where she sleeps endlessly; where our dreams and promises were buried. Our memories and reveries are flashing back in my mind. And in my hand, I am holding the first flower that i would give her. I hope she'll like it.