He sits in his room, twirling the rose round and round, between his gloves fingers his eyes narrowed ever so slightly to admire it. What a stunning shade of red. He murmurs but not looking at the flower at all, rather at the thorn, as he glances down at a piece of paper, grabbing a pen to write you yet another letter.
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