Roses.
Red petals made up the flower, the beauty was indeed something worth capturing. The thorns protecting the flower, pricking those who dared to touch their precious. As each petal fell so did the beauty although Layla preferred to admire the beauty from a distance. Beautiful things are deadly.
Her friends thought it was stupid but she knew better, oh, after the things she'd seen she had known better than to underestimate beautiful things. The aura of darkness drew in even the brightest of people, she knew that and had paid the price.
A price of such that couldn't bring her own flesh and blood who replicated her exact features back to life, a price of such that couldn't bring her own twin sister back to life. The said girl sighed, wondering what life had come to and walked back inside her house, away from the cold and darkness radiating in waves.
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FantasyShort stories about whatever comes to mind, check it out if you want to. PS= THESE ARE MY OWN STORIES SO DO NOT COPY THEM OR COPY THE IDEAS OR PLOT!!! Uploaded in order of writing.
