Splintered

Roses are red, violets are blue… or so we thought.Colors shift. Meanings twist. Even beauty can lie.Sophia never questions the roses that begin appearing in quiet, delicate shades — Each one feels like a message wrapped in petals, a small comfort she doesn't dare look at too closely .But then a deeper shade of rose appears … that doesn't feel like the others.She tells herself:"e;It's nothing"e;"e;...