"I walked among the roses.
My feet are bare and stained with blood
My eyes scan the field
I'm searching, I can't find it.
The sharp thorns of the roses pierce my skin
But all I feel is emptiness in my heart.
With my eyes, the color of storm clouds before lightning strikes, I see blood.
I'm searching, I still can't find it.
I pick a rose and deeply inhale.
Its sweet aroma fills my lungs.
My brain, aching from exhaustion, tells me I feel pain
But my heart
Deeply yearning for something more
Shows me the single rose without thorns.
I was searching, I found it."
~Caroline Kominick
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The Rose Without Thorns
VampireNathan is an outcast. He was labeled as a mutant, a mistake. Whoever bit him did something wrong, or at least something different. They call him the half. Half human, half vampire. One of a kind. Rosalie is idolized. Everyone wants to know her, to...
