**SHORT STORY**
I was never the type of girl who liked cliche things. Roses were cliche. Now, I can't help but to smile everytime I see a rose. Their delicate petals, their smooth, soft textures. I smelled the sweet smell of the black rose in my hand.
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I inhaled deeply. There was this sweet, addictive smell roaming the air. This was a unique fragrance that I have never experienced..
It instantly hit me.. "Mate." I sniffed again. "Mine" I growled.
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