Once upon a time there was a beautiful young lady. She was lonely, but it suddenly changed when she was given lovely blood-red roses. She received these in a mansion filled with people who lived there and none she knew. Wrapped around the bare stems was a note. It said: 'knock on the door you see in the fifth hall. Knock thrice, and I will come.' The girl was curious, so she ventured up the stairs. The fifth pair of stairs finally came, and she was greeted by many doors, but then she saw one alone at the end of the hall.
"It's alone, like me,' she said to herself, and thought that it had to be it. Timid, the girl crept close to the door and knocked. One. Two. Three.
The door suddenly opened and a young man emerged forth. He had flowing white hair that reached his hips; it was a beautiful mess of waves and curls. He had winter blue eyes and a large toothy grin that gave her great joy. It was truly love at first sight.
"Hello," she said, and slowly smiled. The man lifted a stove pipe hat off his head in greeting and invited her in. There, the room was filled with candlelight and the warm scent of vanilla. He silently picked up a bottle of strawberry wine and filled an empty glass. She took it, and together they drank and talked. The rose inside her heart slowly bloomed.
That summer, the man and lady happily married, but quickly Winter came, a time of death and sorrow...
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In the dead of Winter came another man to town. This man was filled with want, greed, and desire. The young lady was beautiful and full of love, and that man wanted it to himself. As the days and nights arrived, the man grew jealous. One night, he took her against her will and carried her far away from her love. When her love awoke, he found her missing. That very day he looked for her. Time came and went, but he could not find her. He grew insane, and the townsfolk decided to lock him away.
The girl tired to find her way out, but to no prevail. She grew bitter and wistful. She was married to a man she didn't love.
One day, she received a letter. Her eyes filled with tears as she discovered her love had died. Her heart filled with agony and her world filled with darkness. Like a rose, she bloomed, but the bloom did never last. In time, like the rose, she withered away...
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