Violets are Red, Rose is Blue

I lay next to him, in the field of violets for forever, watching the clouds drift by, alowing myself to be surrounded by the scent of the flowers. I lay next to my cold, dead brother for hours, his last word still frozen on his lips - 'Rose!'. My name. I closed my eyes and pretended he was still alive, I pretended that his blood didn't cover everything around though it had splattered on my clothes and tainted the beautiful violets around us. I dropped the knife. I didn't know I could be so... violent.

Alright? The next colour is..... Turquoise!

The End

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