Today I bought white roses. She let me in, and like the others, she made me paint them red. In the end, I was as pale as the flowers when I bought them, while they were a rich crimson red that tasted like iron while the scent of blood danced through the air. Nonetheless, it was unnaturally mesmerizing, much like her.
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 8:48 AM UTC
Today I bought white roses. She let me in, and like the others, she made me paint them red. In the end, I was as pale as the flowers when I bought them, while they were a rich crimson red that tasted like iron while the scent of blood danced through the air. Nonetheless, it was unnaturally mesmerizing, much like her.