10 years later... I am a well-established employee in an IT firm, pursuing my dreams, which was robbed off by me and my past, unintentionally by me and intentionally by him. Also, I am now married to a true gentleman, who is a gem by heart; who supports me in my odds and uplifts me in my moments of joy. It was a gentle move on for me, all these years were a rollercoaster ride for me, it was just like an innocent bird in a golden prison is served poison in golden utensils, of which the bird is unaware of. It dies each day, each moment with an unreal hope that one fine day, it would survive, and inhale the moments of life. The dark poison which I inhaled 10-20 years ago, still survives in my secret diary in the form of a black rose, which is inhaling moments of death each day, which was being pressed so tightly by me within the pages of my diary, intentionally by me this time so that it wont exhale moments of life. I am so much at peace that one fine day will soon come, when those petals will get withered and shed themselves out from my diary and I will be the one who will burn those petals into ashes. Now, it's the same cafe with my gentleman enjoying our moments of togetherness, with red roses in our hands, reliving each breath of air, which I couldn't, with that dump years ago. Roses are the scariest lure to lovers like us... this transition of roses from white to black to red was an unreal phase of my life. And there was him, in a city where everyone's living in peace but he is half-dead with grief and deadly realizations --- "Karma hits back." His so-called attractive young lady dumped him by owning his property, fame and money and turned him into a distraught beggar.