A single yellow rose A single yellow rose, placed into a vase Nothing more than a single yellow rose.

That vase was set upon a table. Nothing more than a single yellow rose set upon a table. The table loomed in the center of the otherwise bare room. Nothing more than a single yellow rose set upon a table, in the middle of a room. The door to the outside world opens and in staggers a young woman, whose face is blochy from crying. She sees nothing more than a single yellow rose set upon a table in the middle of a room. But wait, there is a note beneath the vase. All it says is: "I'm sorry. Can we at least be friends?" She sees nothing more than a single yellow rose in a seemingly bleak, cold world And yet . . . A single yellow rose is enough.