By Ahmed Latif
He owned a tattoo parlour and she ran a flower shop. They were both poor and pained. He loved the past that tormented him. She adored the roses that pricked her. They both believed that beauty is pain and that pain walks beside us everywhere we go. He kept his memories close so he wouldn't be forgotten. She held her fears close so she wouldn’t be alone. He was surrounded by ghosts and she was surrounded by roses.