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She cradled the bouquet in her hands.

As if it were fragile.

As if it would break with the slightest bit of pressure.

And she recalled what had happened, days ago.

"I love you, you know."

She had only nodded, confused.

He left her a bouquet of flowers.

Primrose, for eternal love.

Rue, for regret.

Delphinium, for the ability to transcend the bounds of space and time.

Willow herb, because it was her birthday flower.

Columbine, because it was his birthday flower.

And a single tuberose, for their forbidden love.

"I love you," he had said simply, "and I will for eternity. But I hate that our love is forbidden. I hate that I have to leave you."

"And so I leave you primroses, for our eternal, everlasting, never-ending. love. Rues, for regret. Delphiniums, for our ability to transcend the bounds of space and time. Willow herb and columbine twisted together, because they symbolize our birthdays. And a single, delicate tuberose, for our forbidden love."

He kissed her forehead lovingly, gently.

One last look, and he was gone.

But he left her the flowers.

Primrose, for their eternal, everlasting, never-ending love.

Rue, for their regret of leaving each other.

Delphinium, for their ability to transcend the bounds of space and time, and just be able to love each other... eventually.

A willow herb and a columbine, twisted around each other, for their birthdays.

And a single tuberose, because their love was forbidden.

And as hard as she tried, she couldn't bring herself to hate him.

No, she couldn't.

The flowers had a meaning. They expressed something deeper than just love.

Because Blaise and Ginny were not just forbidden lovers.

They were one.