Drowning in Roses

Prologue

That red rose sat on my windowsill, held by a chipping glass painted with blue daisies. Such an odd thing to do, pair innocent blue daisies with a biting red rose. But that just summed it all up.

I’ve always thought there were only two people in this world: the people who had to face the harsh realities and the people who only saw the other side of things. That’s the way this world works. But the problem we all seem to meet with is which side we belong on. But I guess that all just depends on how you look at it.

The sun shone through my dusty window and hit the delicate petals on my lonely rose, turning it pink and making the water sparkle. There was nothing outside, at least nothing interesting to look at, but the blue sky was clear and promising. But of course, all I could stare at was thre rose.