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Blood trickles down her fingers as she grips the roses in hands. Bloody roses hold the scent of memories, lonely memories of him. Rose petals leave trails as she crosses the moors, they howl the sounds of nostalgia. A laugh escapes her mouth at the sight of the raven the passes her head. Who knows if he held a grudge, or if he mistaken her for someone else, but to her it was a reminder of the one who got away.
The beckoning sea hid him somewhere beyond her reach, beyond imperfect eye sight would allow. He left but a few months ago, on her hands the shadow of a ring. She threw it away sometime yesterday, her heart not completely of stone. As she hung by the moors, she felt more and more the thought of being alone. A knight never cries she tells herself, but on occasion she could not help it so.
Why oh why did she let him get away, why did she let him go? If she tried, if she honestly tried, she would fly on Dragons back until the sun died just to see his handsome face and to know it was never a lie.
"Bloody roses!" Was what she screamed at the wonderful lonely moors as she let the roses go. The breeze carried her scream over the sea until it was nevermore.