Tribute to a Wilting Rose

Tribute to a Wilting Rose

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"Death fears nothing but the creation to kill itself." Under every mask is a face. But that mask replaces it, giving a facade to everyone who wears it. The emotion is hidden because of it, but that's not the only thing it hides. A past. An identity. Emotions. All of this is hidden underneath a mask. But what happens when you don't want to wear that mask anymore? This is a story of a child. A child who bears that mask, a mask that should have held a gratefulness to the ones who gave it to him. A child who hadn't even bore a name until he met this man. A man who should have been like a father to him, the individuals around him his family. But every child goes through a rebellious stage in their life, right? The answers were hidden from him, and so was his mind. That was until he took off the mask once again...
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She was a girl lost in her own world- The world around her, too loud, too cruel. Trapped in an existence where freedom wasn't an option, Through the chaos of the hospital, The pressure crushed the little girl within her. she wore the mask of adulthood well- Until something changed. She felt something she hadn't in a long time- An unrequited crush. She wasn't meant to feel this. Not now. Not again. But he stirred something ancient- An ache unclaimed. And fate, with its cruel smirk, Pulled her heart into a war she hadn't asked for. She was never meant to be ordinary. The world tried to dim her, to soften her fire, to make her forget the way her soul was carved from storms and moonlight But he saw her-truly saw her. And what he saw, he wanted to possess.

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