✈ 𝑅𝑒𝒹 𝑅𝑜𝓈𝑒 ✈ ᵉᶰᵍˡᶤˢʰ

I walked among the stones of souls already present in this gloomy place yet with this so calm and liberating atmosphere for our tormented souls and our bruised hearts.

White roses had been distributed, I did not do like everyone else.

I had a red rose in my hands.

~ Unhelpful
~ Drama
~ Mourning
~ Sad

If you are sensitive to the themes of death, mourning and burials, please do not practice reading this story for your own good !
I am responsible for what I write, not what you read !

Thank you for not plagiarizing my story. It is entirely true and I do not want someone to use my experiences to write something without me knowing about it and giving my consent. Thank you for respecting my words !

Otherwise, I wish you a good reading 🎼

𝒮𝓊𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊,
𝒜𝓁𝒾𝓍 ⚜️