

Black Roses RedI mustered up all of the bravery I had as I stood outside of his familiar door. It was snowing, and everything was covered in a delicate and beautiful layer of white. I could stand here all day if I wasnt so intent on what was on the other side of that door. I was here for a reason, and there was no way I was going to let anything distract me. Shaking, I lifted my fist and knocked on the door. I tried to reassure myself. Whats the worst that could happen? Its not likeBlack Roses Red
Hey Amélie? a young womans voice came from the doorway.
I looked up, and of course there she was.
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'Svera just suffers from perfectionismophilia.' =tanabatablossom
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'Svera just suffers from perfectionismophilia.' =tanabatablossom
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