Winter is able to pull the bloom of the crocus from its stem but its stalk remains rooted, giving the slight sensation of resistance. In her palm, the crocus bloom immediately withers. On the stalk at her feet, a new purple bud grows and bursts open, releasing a heady floral scent into the air. Different in shapes and sizes but familiar, nonetheless.

The rest of the crocuses follow suit, dropping their blooms and growing new ones. Within seconds, the aroma is overpowering. It makes your head swim and your heart race. The longer you breathe it in, the more difficult it becomes to remember why you're here. Aren't you supposed to be with your loved ones right now? There's no time to waste! This may be your last chance to confess your feelings.