Scarlet Rose

Scarlet Rose

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John approached the woman dressed in white, sitting alone on the bench in the park. She was holding a white rose in her hands. He couldn't see her face properly in the dark, and the fasinator she wore cast a shadow over her eyes. As he stepped closer he saw the moon shine brightly over her face. He saw her thick lashes, and tears streaming down her beautiful face. "Are you okay?" He asked while standing near her. The woman looked up slowly at him. Her makeup had been ruined by her tears, and she tried to wipe away the black smudges under her eyes. "Sorry. I'm okay. I just..." "Why are you crying" John took a seat a on the other end of the bench. "I was meant to meet someone here today. We were going to spend our lives together" "He didn't come?" "No. No he didn't" She looked down at the rose. "My name is John" John held out his hand to shake hers. She looked up reluctantly and held out her small hand as well. "My name is Scarlet"
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I struggled and lashed out at him hoping to cause some, any damage at all that might allow me to escape, instead his grip tightened and a whimper escaped without my consent. His touch burned, or at least I imagined it burning, sizzling my skin until it was burnt to a crisp. He clawed down the back of my dress, shredding the lace fabric to bits as if it was paper, it floated to the ground like confetti, I looked at it in disgust, as if it was celebrating my exposure. The cold air of the store room nipped at my bare back, contrasting between the burning fire his touch inflicted. I felt sick. He was now shoving himself closer to me until it was impossible for me to move. I could hardly even breath. I was seeing red and I couldn't even do anything. I felt so helpless. Tears welled up in my eyes and they threatened to spill. I shut them tight wishing I had just stayed at home. Suddenly the pressure released. I could breath. Once again I was shocked and didn't know what was happening until I opened my eyes and saw the rogue getting up and looking to my right. I hadn't even noticed the large figure standing protectively next to me and so I was staggering away from him too. Power radiated from him making me feel safe and scared at the same time.

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