Person A is a florist who on St Valentines day sees person B alone and visibly sad, so they give them a red rose, smirking and saying "For my Valentine".
They both get to know each other eventually, they go out on dates for some time and they fall in love.
Many years later, and old person stands in front of a grave. They look at the tombstone, get on their knees without paying attention to the pain due to age and they pose a single, bright red rose to the stone, whispering "For my Valentine" while a single tear drops on their cheek.
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RandomReached the end with the first book. Sequel is up and finished! The trilogy is up and finished! The tetralogy is coming soon.
