Red roses, her favorite

VIII

His point of view

Soon i realized that it wasn't like it looks
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She was lying
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I was there, being more and more happy because of her
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While she was dying slowly
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Because she had no one
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But i was too blind to see it...

She was always the strong one...and maybe that's why no one offered her a hand.

And I, who thought she was the happiest person in the world, realized that she was the saddest one...

Then i realized that even the most beautiful red rose, has thorns