A rose. Deep red color. bloodier than crimson blood. Vampires would go berserk just seeing that rose. Appealing than Aphrodite. The god would be trembling in fear to touch that rose. The rose stem was made out of billions of human lives. Prettier than emerald.
Everywhere dark, no sound, no smell, and no color. The red color of rose making a path. The path was lightened by the red rose. the path had many bloody petals. A girl followed a red path to the rose. she stood right before the rose. she slowly reached out her hands to touch the mesmerizing rose. Suddenly, a drop of blood dropped from the rose's petals. Staining the green ruby stem. The rose seemed sad. It was suffering. The rose did not have any expressions or a face to show emotions. But it seemed downhearted. The girl was sad to see the sorrowful sight of the rose. She tried to wipe a blood stain from the stem. But thorns did not allow her. It was a barrier of the rose. They were faithful to the rose. petals were withering but thorns did not wither. Even though the rose was dying, the thorns did not give up to defend the rose. The girl could not help to see that sight and forced out of her way to hug that rose. Despite knowing it was cursed, the girl did not hesitate to hug. the thorns were stinging her cotton palms. Her hands were bleeding. But the girl did not budge one centimeter. She whispered, "why are you sad even though you are beautiful. Please don't be sad. It hurts my heart." Her eyes glowed. Her eyes became red. blood tears were rolling down her cherry blossoms cheeks. She started coughing blood but she did not give up hugging the rose. Her chest was stinging. It was so painful that she begged for oxygen. A few moments later, her eyes went blank. It was the curse for touching the rose.