Thak you to everyone who has supported this fic! Thank you so much!

Prologue

A brown-haired man walks inside a flower shop, smiling to himself. He lingers for a moment, savoring the fragrance, then he looks at a certain lovely flowers. Haruhi approaches him, smiling. "Hello, Watanabe-san, how may I help you?"

"Ah… what kind of… Oh! Hitachiin-san! I never thought you would be here." He exclaims, so Haruhi smiles. "Ah, I'm not too busy these days. So, flowers for your wife?"

He replies with a yes, and asks what kind of flowers were the ones in front of him.

"Ah, aren't they lovely? These are striped carnations. They are my personal favorite," Haruhi says, and smiles at her thoughts.

"Oh, I've read about these! Don't they… mean something about 'abandonment'?

Haruhi looks up and laughs a little. "I never thought you would be one for that, Watanabe-san, but yes, they do."

"Oh. But they are so beautiful. They would be perfect for my wife…but such a negative meaning!"

"Watanabe-san, you know, sending flowers means you care. Who put these meanings on flowers? Don't you wonder? I have. But we are all different! We have different opinions. In my opinion, you must choose what you think is fitting for your wife. Flowers do not define what we feel for a person, Watanabe-san. That I have learned." Haruhi says, while fidgeting with a rose.

Watanabe-san smiles at her. "That makes sense! You're right, Hitachiin-san! My wife would love these. I'll get a dozen!"

"Yes, of course," Haruhi says, very pleased.

For flowers are only material. They don't define what you feel. For flowers may wilt, but her and Hikaru's love will not. Time and time again, they were tested, but they know they will stay in love. In sickness and in health, till death do they part.

The end.

HUG~! Thank you, again! I am finally done. BOW~~!