The Rose Door – Chapter 1: Where Time Forgets Her Name
Every morning, at the same hour, she opens the door barefoot—stepping onto the worn wooden floor where rose petals wait like memories.
She wears a white slip, light as breath, flowing gently as the sunlight wraps around her figure. Outside, the garden glows with a quiet gold, as if the world holds its breath just for her. But inside her chest, there's a silence louder than wind. A longing unnamed, a rhythm her heart remembers but her mind does not.
They say the house has been empty for years. But someone swears they saw her silhouette framed in the doorway, morning after morning—never changing, never aging.
Who is she? A ghost? A memory? A girl lost between times? Even she doesn’t know anymore.
All she knows is this: the roses bloom every day. And every day, she waits.
She remembers pieces. A name spoken once, softly like a kiss. A promise whispered: “I will find you, where the roses bloom and time forgets.”
Now, she counts the petals falling. One for every dream forgotten. One for every moment unlived.
And as the breeze moves through the open window, carrying the scent of something almost familiar, she wonders… Is he closer today? Or has he forgotten too?
She doesn’t move from the door. Because sometimes, love doesn’t knock. It simply waits—with the roses.