As I stood there, a black rose petal flew towards me in the breeze and landed on the now red letter. Time soon passed by, and only faded memories remained. I remember I was on the road; I felt feverish and hot, even though the climate was cold and wet, and it was raining. I felt tired from crying, like I could fall dead anytime.
Soon, the funeral day came, and I sat on a black cushion, dressed in black. Her photo frame held one of the pictures we took recently. I couldn't bear to look at her photos; I couldn't believe she was gone. I kept looking at the floor, and I heard familiar footsteps.
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BlackRose
RomanceIn the shadow of her sister's love, Rose witnesses Mel and Corin's bittersweet journey. Amidst heartache, their bond transcends tragedy, symbolized by the black rose, representing the depth of their tragic love and the looming presence of death. A p...
