The sky was glowing red.
The end of an era-
"What's going on?" Emily came out to the terrace.
Clouded-
Wasn't it the middle of the day? Noon?
Then-
What were those red clouds?
The red bloody sky?
"We've received reports of the same occurrence all across the world-" The R.I near her confirmed some very disturbing news. "And we don't know what's happening."
Didn't know?
The R.I? Didn't know?
Then who-
Who would?
Emily didn't waste time and just rushed out-
Straight for the gardens where-
Her mother was.
Picking flowers.
"What's going on?" Emily yelled.
"Not much-" her mother just picked- roses. Crimson- roses. "Your brother has decided to rid the world of all its life."
A basket in hand, she picked flowers carefully. The pure white dress danced softly as she moved- almost as though-
