Something was unusual.
Half way through our journey rose collapsed.
I remember the echoes of my screams.
My knees have bruises from how hard I hit the ground to hold her.
She flickered her eyelids at me.
"I'm okay."
"You aren't."
Rose got up and coughed. A cough that sounded bad.
"Come on!" She said, one hand covering her mouth as she took my hand.
The worst thing I could ever do is believe that she was okay.
I let her take over my stupid heart.
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Fantasyand on that very day, the first rose bloomed. - If only she was here.
