❝ when no one even cared, the rose it grew from concrete. keepin' all its dreams, provin' natures law wrong. it learned how to walk without havin' feet, it came from concrete. ❞
Summary
That night again I find myself in the white rose garden with a white dress and a cape over my head walking among the white roses slowly bending over and smelling them only this time something changed in the dream that I look at the white roses they become red like a strong blood color I drop them from my hands and panic and the moment I raising my head up I see two people in the first wearing black hooded hood The other wearing a white hood I panic and my heart is beating hard I try to get up and I can not stop and freeze again And the black smoke is coming behind me and I try
to move and I can not
#6 in fantasy(23/12/2017)
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