A bouquet of black roses were held firmly in his hand. It was so firm that his hand turned red and cold. Blankly, he tried to cross the street to reach the "place". His eyes looked at nothing but a light that are waiting for him at the end on the road. His legs tried to move forward when ringing sound filled his ears.
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White Rose
General Fiction"Keep growing beautifully just like a black rose - even when you're living in a great pain."
