Red Rose

Red Rose

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"I am not her." He looks at me with love. He looks at me with adoration. He looks at me with guilt. He looks at me, but he is looking at her.
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Death and Darkness suddenly surrounded me. His white-flecked eyes followed my every move. The fact that he was always near or always seemed to show up when I needed him to should have bothered me more than it did. He was born of Darkness. I was born of light. I knew that once both of our worlds collided, it would be a tragedy of monumental proportions .

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