At that school, Rose Day was chaos disguised as tradition. Each color revealed secrets, and everyone waited for a gesture, a name, a sign.
You never cared much about it — until you opened your closet and found a black rose.
At that school, Rose Day was chaos disguised as tradition. Each color revealed secrets, and everyone waited for a gesture, a name, a sign.
You never cared much about it — until you opened your closet and found a black rose.