Flowers for your grave
A small stream of blood trickled down her bare neck. A petal, plucked from the fullest rose imaginable, gathered a diminutive lake of crimson blood in its midst. This single petal, so big, palm-size even, seemed insignificant in the sea of petals that covered the delicate skin of her cold body. Her very cold body. Her...dead body.
Authors note: I was in a wierd mood -as you can tell- so i felt like discribing the scene in castle, the 'flowers for your grave' episode. There may be more of it to come, but don't count on it XD
