Thursday, January 1, 2009
Glimpse of a Life
Jared gently picked up the black rose that had been left on his table, each petal absolutely perfect. He drew his finger along the silky soft contours of the flower, remembering. There was no note, none was needed. The rose said it all. She would not be coming back. He had lost her forever.
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Wow. After reading the Night World, where black roses represent the made vampires, my first thought was that she'd been turned into a vampire and could never come back to the people who'd known her when she was alive. Pretty awesome!
Loved the picture.
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