Date: 2005-11-14 06:21 pm (UTC)
A small, slightly sad smile on his face. The rose still in his outstretched hand. His voice soft, and pretty.

(I know my dreams are made of you)

"For you."

(Of you, and only for you)

The drop of blood fell to the white stone below. The thin crimson stream flowed down the stem. Blood as red as the blossom.
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