The sky was dark.

The stars were shining like no other.

She loved how the cold breeze would rub against her tainted skin.

She decided to go outside.

So she walked down abandoned streets.

Alone.

She knew it was stupid but she wanted to be free again.

From the pain.

The guilt.

The tear she shed.

Then she started walking towards her job.

The flower shop of hell.

She would call it.

She stared at the display of the roses.

Her favourite was red roses.

The color of blood.