Black Roses for Her
Nonetheless, it was an eye for an eye now, as Lara experienced my despair and helplessness.
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Meanwhile, John was searching for the wilting black roses.
He had always been a clean freak, but he dug his long fingers into the soft soil, getting it in between his fingernails.
The rain was flowing down his cheeks, also drenching his locks and leaving them sticking over his brow.
"Claire—you held on to the seeds even as you died. Were you trying to tell me something? That it hurts so much, and you want me to save you soon?"
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