One life of Sarro la Cassa

Shock

You can’t forgive yourself for ruining happiness with your own hands!

Hot dry air flowed on the blue petals. Roses did not wither, fanned by the love of their purple-eyed gardener, they were waiting for their hour, their destiny.

August was in full swing, the scorching sun terribly tired the vampires, forcing them to hide in their house until sunset. Golden rays illuminated the garden, which arched around the space from the fence itself to the windows of Oribi's room. He put his whole soul into these roses, all of himself, painfully experiencing separation.

All of them have changed in these insignificant three months, both externally and internally: Oribi became withdrawn, a knife appeared on his belt, as he said, for cutting roses, but this scared me a little, I guess it was a necessity due to recoil pendant; Anzali's mischief passed on to me with Luna; Sarro's narcissism gave way to loneliness, so much so that it seemed to me that he did not deliberately hide his sad eye