The end

She's not romantic really but she did once by him flowers.

It was for some wrong doing or other. 

He put them on the window ledge in a jar or a vase or some kind of vessel. 

She wasn't that bothered about what he did with them. She was more bothered about him forgiving her for what ever her wrong doing was. 

But the flowers stayed there until the colour had drained from the petals and then from the leaves and the stems. 

They crumbled and fell into dust and the water dried out from the jar. 

The end.