#WritcoStoryChallenge
I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand.
There's a White Rose he wanted to be red.
One day,there is a butterfly hiking in the garden.
He was attracted to the white rose.
He approached it and introduced himself.
"if you love me,make me turn red."
Said the white rose.
Because of the butterfly's overwhelming love for white rose.
he took a knife.
he stabbed himself. and he stamped his blood on the white rose.and her color turned red.
white rose is happy because she turned had red.and she loved the butterfly.


ITS JUST THAT THE BUTTERFLY IS "GONE"

-Such is Love,it has no choice in appearance.as long as you love you are willing to SACRIFICE.-