The rose was pale with gray flecks inside it. Flecks of pale gray. Old gray. Sad gray. Each layer intricately woven into one another, and not a certain beginning to its design. One petal plucked from it doesn't affect its whole shape, but one petal leads to another, which leads to another. Pretty soon, you have a dead, thorny stem. Just a green carcass of the once beautiful flower. One fallen petal leads to a chain reaction. One petal can change the fate of the flower. That one petal can change the world.
