"A rose." She whispers tears slowly sliding down her cheeks.
A rose so beautiful when sleeping. When open and awake beauty seeps out from its bright enchanting petals calling out to strangers. They go to pick its beauty only to find its hidden grotesque form hidden under the entranced petals.
Maeve is alone in her thoughts, always watching love unfold around her. Abused and beaten down to the point of shattered hopes, Maeve sets out on dangerous grounds of holding her own heart out for anyone to steal away. Maeve believes love can be found in only two months, but what happens to her heart that she desperately gives out becomes tanted by depression and failed hopes of finding love? Will her knight in shining armor find her or will deaths dark grasp steal her away in the night?