why did you bring roses?

'Should I know you' I whisper gently,she seems so fragile now,like a freshly fallen snowflake, as if a mere touch could break her. 'Then you won't remember that I'm your sister,' It's snowing outside now and she has turned to watch the swirling fractals of ice flurry from the air to the ground. Her voice wavers and smothers out as if a chilly winter breeze had dampened her flames.