Dark Times Like These || One-Shot

Her mother had once told Rose Weasley how the colour of her hair always reminded her of red roses. When Rose looks in the mirror now, she doesn't think of roses, she thinks of weeping rivers of blood.

There is a certain dichotomy in Rose's head, in this whole fucking world that's destructing around them, a terrible, tragic sense of Then and Now that is the difference between red roses and rivers of blood.

(Delphini Riddle x Rose Weasley)