Rose Girl [ON HOLD]

Prologue

Roses, she smelled like them.

You know the kind of Red rose that you see in every garden in the Center of London, beautiful and flourish. But the thing is that her scent was so peculiar and intense that in the moment I approach her I was captivated, because not only was she beautiful,  but she looked so pure and innocent, just as a rose that is starting to bloom.

I danced and chat with her all night, she was wearing a white dress that had a long tail, her hair was resting in her shoulders and it didn't move at all, except when she laughed at my bad jokes. We danced all night across the ballroom, everybody was watching but I didn't care, she was the most beautiful woman of the night and I was dancing with her.

I didn't get sad when she left I was so happy that I just let her go, I kissed her hand at the entrance of the ballroom and then she disappeared into the stairs.

That night for the first time I fell in love, but little did I know that falling in love was a door to a living hell.