People like to say that I'm young, naïve.
That is true, a fact as undeniable as the sun that shines. I smile too wide when good things happen, and others tell me that doing so will get me hurt. But that's okay.
Because when I feel, I am alive.
How can one reject something and hope to accept something else? Love and hate are the two sides of the same coin. Just like life and death, something I learned when I kneel down at my mother's grave and put down a bouquet of red and white roses.
Beacon was something new and bright; I met new people and did many things. I experienced love and loss. On some nights, when I wake up crying and sad with flashes what has been and what could've been, I think about the things that are as the taste of salty tears lingers on the tip of my tongue.
A new day is a new slate, for everyone, and for me.
Until the day a dark shadow calls for me, I will continue being just as I am.
A small and slightly withered rose.
AN: Wanted to post a new one shot I was doing but turned out longer than expected. Then, I read dirgewithoutmusic's story on tumblr and on ao3 so go read it. Their style really inspired me, sort of showing me what I wanted my writing to become in the future. Thus, this fic was born. I will also be doing a chapter for team rwby characters though I'm not sure how that will turn out. Happy (sort of) new year everyone!