The land was pale and dull. Just black and white. The people were a dull grey and the roses were white. Yes roses then were also the meaning of love.
One day a boy came up to a girl with a rose in his bloody hand.
"What happened?!"she asked.
"I cut myself for your love."he answered as he handed her the rose as it burst with red color.She thought it was magnificent and treated his wound.
Two days later he brought her a black violet.
"What about a rose?"she asked. "I cant hurt myself again for you,"he answered. She wept on the violet as he left and the violet turned a deep blue.
Three days after the boy brought a strange flower to the girl. "What about the violet?" she asked bitterly.
"I am over you and have come to say good-bye." he answered. The girl took the flower and as she held it agenst his throught as she squezed the life from him.He did not fight as he looked at her angered face. He realized then that he had broken her heart as he died and the unique flower turned a beautiful, chocking purple. She her self couldn't go through life without regretting her actoions as she went through life with the color spreading like wild fires....
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