Picture a beautiful coastline landscape with a slightly intense mountain range in the background. Now add beautiful summer weather and only a few clouds stained on the perfect solid blue canvas we call the sky. Now zoom in a little and picture a luxurious beach side house with seemingly endless acres of coastline at its base. Now zoom in a little more and notice the gorgeous brown skin girl with curly hair laying comfortably on her towel reading a book only her spaced out mentality could possibly understand. From her eyes to her smile to her body that could distract you for days on end, she’s just perfect. In my eyes at least.
Now picture an older woman, probably her mom, strolling out this beachfront mansion to hand her an envelope with nothing but a name on. My name. Carlos.
At this point, if you can see where I’m going, you’d probably guess that she’s about to open some mushy love letter from her boyfriend about his feelings or something, and you would be one hundred percent correct.
“From Carlos
To Rose
Dear Rose
There’s something I want you to know…”
And that’s basically where the story begins.
At the End.
YOU ARE READING
IF ROSES BLED INK
Teen Fiction"Insert Synopsis", Imagine if I actually told you about the story before you read it.
