Rose Rose was a beautiful and intelligent young girl. She had a warm, silky voice as soft as a summers breeze yet as fragile as glass. Nobody liked Rose. Rose's hair was as white as the snow which danced through the air during a wild snowstorm. Her eyes were a calm transparent grey which reflected the suns rays, making her eyes seem glassy. You could see the young youthful freedom in her crystal gaze. Nobody liked Rose. Rose's heart was as vast as the deep blue ocean. Her love was innocent, pure and eternal. Nothing could shake her faith. Nobody like Rose. Rose was walking through a strawberry field in a white cloud dress. She was mesmerised by the natural beauty of the field. She breathed in the light, fresh country air. Rose smiled at the wind, happy to be alive. She was so transfixed by nature that she didn't notice a man emerging from the grass behind her aiming his gun. As she spun around, the man shot her once in the forehead and once through the heart. Rose instantly died on that spot in the strawberry field. Her body slumped into the earth. Her pure red blood staining her cloud white dress. She will lay there forever. Never remembered by anyone. Nature regained her Child. Nobody liked Rose because she cared too much... I love you Rose. I will never forget you.
