A Rose To Remember

Chapter 1

It was a windy autumn day. Lily woke up at 8 in the morning. She showered and dressed. She brushed her shiny black hair,which just about reached her shoulders. She looked in the mirror. She saw a young girl with black hair and green eyes looking back at her. "Lily! Breakfast is ready!" called out her mother. Before heading downstairs for breakfast,Lily grabbed the fake purple rose from her bedside table. She held it tightly while walking into the kitchen. "Good morning sweetie. How did you sleep?"asked Lily's mother. She was a tall strong woman in her late forties,with shiny brown hair and blue eyes unlike Lily. "I slept fine. What's for breafast?" Lily asked. "Your favourite breakfast ever. Pancakes," said Lily's dad,while entering the kitchen. He was a tall man,in his early fifties. His hair was already gray,with a little bit of black. His green eyes sparkled with joy,as they usually did. "That's nice," Lily replied without smiling. It's not that she didn't want to smile. It's just that she forgot how to. After breakfast,Lily gathered her things and headed for the door. She put on a jacket and a scarf she knit by herself. She grabbed a backpack from a chair in the hallway. She stuffed her phone,a book and some snacks into it. She kept holding onto the rose. "I'll be going to the art gallery. See you later!" she called out. And with that she stepped outside into the cold air.
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While walking towards the bus stop, it started snowing. Snow?In October? Lily didn't know what to think. Instead she pulled the scarf tighter around her neck and she hurried towards the bus stop. Before the bus came,Lily imagined the different things she would look at in the gallery. She was there before,but she didn't remember much of it. Not after Joey died. Lily sighed just as the bus arrived. She hopped on and went to the back seat. She looked out the window. People were walking and driving past. She imagined a world where everyone was in their own different world. She thought about Joey,and his perspective on the world. She sighed again,not loosening her grip on her rose. After an hour, Lily finally arrived at the art gallery. She stood outside. It was a whole year since the last time she visited it. She knew that the gallery was waiting for her to come in. Lily sighed for the third time and went in.

{This is my first proper story so sorry if it's not good. If anyone actually read it,tell me what you think. Anyways I recommend listening to the song at the top. I was listening to it while writing this. Anyways I hope you have a nice day-Ash♡}