A Throne Of Golden Promises

A Throne Of Golden Promises

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A rose. That's how it started, a single golden stemmed rose with lush purple petals. She had made it out of boredom, at first it was a pencil sketch but it grew from there. It became an object of devotion. Drawing, painting, sculpture, sticker on the inside of her highschool locker. She would see it in her dreams, in the reflection of the mirror. She had seen it everywhere. Then, she saw it in Emma's eyes. Then it was everywhere, in everything she did. It suprised her more than anything to see the dream flower growing beside her bed, out of a vase made by a girl she'd met once.
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(Y/N) has lost her memories. She can't seem to remember anything from her past. Almost 25 years later, the memories start to flood in more constant than usual. All she knows is that there's a mystery guy behind her flashbacks. She's determined to wait for him. Little did she know, Fizzarolli was angry and heartbroken by her. Flashback: A part of this memory skipped and she could see a dark room. It didn't look to be a room but a closet? The lights seem to be running low. How strange, almost scary. She felt hopeless, maybe sad. It was confusing but there were a lot of negative emotions. She found a bouquet of black roses. Black Roses, they seem to call to her. There was a note attached to it. She read it aloud. 'Dear (Y/N), I'm sorry I didn't meet you last night. I had actually fallen.... Yesterday was very tiring. Please (Y/N), I don't want to fight anymore. Without you by my side it would be like a clown missing his balloons. I am outside.... The letter made her feel as if her heart was doing backflips. She could feel herself laughing. He really did know how to get her out of her bad mood. She observed the black roses. They were very beautiful but there was more to them than the memory seems to show. End of flashback.

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