So today in english language, we were looking at six word stories. I have made one and would like to expand on it. This is the prologue to the story and I would give away who the other person is, but the main P.O.V is Baralai. The six word story is in bold.
Disclaimer: I do not own the FFX-2 characters, settings or events. I do own this six word story though.
Long lost love, never found again
For what is a rose, if not eternal? The rose is a symbol of love through the ages, yet how unfair it is that a rose, a real red rose, can just wilt and die after only a hour of life. How unfair it is that
mankind can place their entire feelings into one sentiment and be returned nothing more than crumpled red petals. Roses aren't beautiful. They are an ugly thing which holds more truth in the
sting in its thorns than the colour of its blossom. Roses represent a promise. A promise of love. Roses are liars. They are a false tradition with nothing more than heartbreak to hold. Roses die.
Love dies. Passion dies. But I just fade away...
