6th of Jannury, 2015
The first thing she saw right after her eyes were open was white wall with a picture of sunflower hang on it. Slowly she adjust her back to get up and looked around. There was a rose, white rose, placed on the table near her bed. She frowned, there wasn't any rose before, at least before she slept. Curiously, she took it and smelled it for one second. It didn't smell good. Only smelled like a rose. She hate it. Not because it smell, but for the pain she felt everytime she saw it. Rose remind her of him. And she hate it.
The first thing she saw right after her eyes were open was white wall with a picture of sunflower hang on it. Slowly she adjust her back to get up and looked around. There was a rose, white rose, placed on the table near her bed. She frowned, there wasn't any rose before, at least before she slept. Curiously, she took it and smelled it for one second. It didn't smell good. Only smelled like a rose. She hate it. Not because it smell, but for the pain she felt everytime she saw it. Rose remind her of him. And she hate it.