Black Rose (BWWM) | ✓ (Editing)
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How does one even begin to unravel the mystery of the unknown?
~Grace Grayson
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"Maybe, but no one even knows your name. That's... not normal." Grace watched him longer than she meant to; wordlessly studied him, trying to understand him, to understand how someone could choose to be unseen, unknown, and somehow be completely okay with that.
Shawn wasn't shy. He wasn't awkward. He wasn't forgettable - not with that voice, that height, that face. So why choose solitude in a crowded world? Why fade into the background when he so clearly didn't belong there?
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How does one hide a Black Rose in a field of red roses?
~Shawn Stryker
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