Velvet roses & Dices

Red roses, those bloody-red roses that almost look black. Cassandra loved them. Well... she loved them once, but now it was the thing she feared the most because that would mean that he had found her again.
But lately, each time she opened the door, she just hoped to see one of those dreadful roses on the table.
"As if that would make me return to that world again." Cassandra thought, making two dices roll above the empty table.