❝ Always the bridesmaids , never the bride .❞

The mysterious women yawned out as she roamed around in the woods .

Her long light blonde tresses swayed from left to right whenever a step was made .

She was isolated , but that was her fault and no one else , her claw like digits intertwined around a black rose once she discovered one . .

“ Dear , what do you think of this rose ? “ She whispered , purple pools gazed over to you .

You were her last hope in this tragic life of hers . .