Rose White was once red, but on May the 3rd, she met Black Thorns.
He, once, was blue... but played with fire and almost burned to death. The blue became black and his thorns became so fragile that a single gust of wind could break them. The one for him could be someone that fragile as he was.
Rose heard his sad story, and curious as she was, wanted to meet him. She invented her own story so that he could see her as fragile as he was: she was powder made, and every gust of wind could make her disappear. She painted herself in white every day from May the 3rd .... and they are now waiting to have some grey children so that their case could also be found on this blog.
why so serious?
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