Living `with Life
Prolouge:
Darrell found him self in a room, and as he looked around he saw immediately that this room was empty, so he automatically began to look for a door, or some kind of exit, and he found one, a huge oak door with a rose so beautiful carved onto it that even Darrell found himself frozen on the spot, staring in awe at this magnificent flower, after a few moments Darrell went to leave this room, but just as he did he saw in the corner of his eye a shoot of a plant begin to grow, and as he watched, this plant continued to grow and grow into a wonderous deep, true red rose, beautifully similar to the one he had seen carved so perfectly on that doorway, but as Darrell turned to compare the two roses the door was gone and the rose with it, and Darrell couldn't help thinking that this beautiful red rose he was seeing now was the same one as the one he had seen on the doorway, but of course discarded the thought immediately, telling himself that it wasn't possible that a carving on would could become a real rose, either way this thought was cut off as he saw the rose begin to droop, as this happened Darrell looked around for something, anything that might help this rose, that might save it, but there was nothing, so Darrell had little choice but to just watch this lovely rose droop and droop, and as it drooped the red suddenly began to bleed out of the rose until there was just an almost transparent thornless, frail but lovely delicate white rose staanding alone in what looked to Darrell almost like a pool of it's own blood, and as Darrell felt himself being dragged away from this haunting scene the last thing he saw was one single clear, pure, untainted tear fall from the rose and into the blood surrounding it and with that Darrell woke up, dazed, with one name resounding in his mind; Merrissa.