Roses
I released the woman, Krysta and set her down on the grass next to her beloved rose bushes. She was sleeping now and when she woke up she wouldn't remember me or anything else from that morning for that matter, all she would have was the tiny bite marks in her neck which were healing already. She wouldn't know where she'd gotten them from and would brush them off as insect bites. I turned away from her to the roses, the Black Magic's, so dark and beautiful, their color not far off the color of blood. I turned back to Krysta swiping the black rose out of her fingers, I inhaled it's fragrance,...
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