THAT SHE WOULD WISH HIM DEATH
Phantasy slowly turns around and opens her eyes. The first flower she saw, made her eyes turn wide. She wipesr her face and looks again and her eyes landed on the same flower. The next flower she was notjced was a pink rose. "Im.. Im.. impossible. It shouldn't be like this." She turns to the florist. "Are you sure you did this thing right?" The florist nods positively. Phantasy stares at the flowers again before walking over to pick the flowers she saw. She first plucked the pink rose before walking to the other rose. Plucking the black rose from its bed, she felt its thorn prick her finger.
