The Black Rose
I've always been satisfied with the calmness of my existence. Why shouldn't I? A scholarship, a caring mother and a boy who loves me. But what once satisfied me, today makes me really happy?Why this crisis in me?What is changing now?I don't want it to change.If I'd never met that tattooed braggart, maybe today would have been different. I should not have given up my usual life and routine, I would have every day a thousand certainties to cling to. I would have had all this, but... maybe, I wouldn't be happy.⚠️This story is completely the result of my imagination. Plagues are not accepted or partial total. It deals with topics of great sensitivity such as: DCA, drugs and depression. Enjoy reading at all!…