BUZZKILL
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Her grin was crooked, much like her morals. She spoke with a mixed tone of contempt and dismay, her appearance never giving away her true intentions. "Death is a fool, ever believing in the ideals that humans reach for," She reached for the petals on the rose, her hand hesitantly hovered above the flower, her deep sigh filled the air as the veins within the rose became prominent, the lavish red color wilting away to a dull gray.
The rose melted into a pile of ashes, the dust being the only evidence of its previous existence, and I knew that somewhere in the lower realm it would sprout beautifully. She turned to me, a look of contemplation on her face, the shrill voice of hers swallowing me whole. "I, on the other hand, know where my morals lie."
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