07-09-2018, 03:35 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 45%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px;"]It was a rather cold morning. A low mist hung over the capital's streets, blocking out the sun and it's light. Abella had woken up hours ago, heading into the city to buy something. She could be seen entering a flower arrangement shop and a couple of minutes later, she had left the shop, a bouquet of red roses held tightly in her arms. It had been a long time since she had put flowers down at her family's graves so she figured it had been the best time to do it.
Cold, blue eyes had looked at all those around her, clearly challenging anyone to bluntly question her reasons for getting roses. She would then continue her way to her home.
Cold, blue eyes had looked at all those around her, clearly challenging anyone to bluntly question her reasons for getting roses. She would then continue her way to her home.