Black Roses

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Rosellas POV:

As I was walking through the forest of enclosed trees to get to the local cemetery, my thoughts wandered to the rustling of the leaves that have fallen astray on the ground and were being swept up by the merciless winds and the chirping of the birds in the already darkened sky, I noticed there was not another person in sight so all was calm and peaceful. Who would have known that I was being followed.

I made my way through the tall iron gates of the cemetery,  I had the feeling of being watched, I swiftly turned to see if my suspicions were correct, but there was no one to be seen, I turned back around to continue with what i was doing and right in front of me was a hooded figure whose face was hidden by shadows.

That was the last thing I saw, before everything turned to darkness....

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