Our past together, those memories.
Those are like a big Rose garden.
The fragrance around that garden would be a perfect match to our ecstatic times.
Slowly and slowly, the sweet scent, the happy times trapped me into believing that there was something special between us.
He was my Happy Little Pill.
He was my best friend.
Was.
But that one day, the roses of the garden began growing thorns.
One wrong decision become the Thorn's sharpness.
It pricked both of us,
And turned everything bloody.
Pricky thorns is an understatement for whatever happened to me.
It is an understatement for everything he did to me.
The fragrant, endearing world fell as if all my blood was gushing out from my heart.
But darling,
In the end,You've got to be your own hero.
Because everyone else is too busy trying to save themselves, cover their mistakes.
Just like Zachary and Lavender.