Sweet Submission
Unless I could swim for at least a week.
Softly guiding me on my left elbow, Yulian led me down the plane to a mesmerizing rose garden.
"My mom adores them. Red, pink, white, peach...Every color there off. Pretty aren't they?"
I nodded in response to Yulian, slightly shutting off my hanging mouth. There were no words equivalent to the beauty of the flowers. "They are lovely indeed," I said in a low voice, almost whispering to myself.
"Yes, but a beauty that deceives. Roses got thorns that could prick you with a single missed touch, it may seem alluring in our eyes but it could be dangerous."
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