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                                                                         𝔸𝕞𝕪

  

       Beloved. Natalie Freeman knew that word had significance to her but she didn't where it came from. Her memories didn't all make sense. She didn't know why her name Natalie felt foreign to her tongue. Her memories were like a missing puzzle. 

 And she knew something was missing but didn't know what or where it was.

            Whenever she and her mother were at the local grocery retail market. They had stopped by the floral arrangement department. Flowers of many all elegantly complemented each bouquet. But the one that had caught her eye was a bouquet full of nothing but roses. Something nagged in her mind something felt incomplete. And she was unsure of it. She didn't know why rose played such a special part of her. 

       But in the end, she had gotten her rose arrangement. Which consisted of nothing but pink petals curving elegantly in such a pristine condition. With a scent longing of a sweet honey-like scent. Flourishing along her trailing her every move. 

       

           Rose her original middle name given to her. But yet unknown to her yet.