Tribute to a Wilting Rose

"Death fears nothing but the creation to kill itself." Under every mask is a face. But that mask replaces it, giving a facade to everyone who wears it. The emotion is hidden because of it, but that's not the only thing it hides. A past. An identity. Emotions. All of this is hidden underneath a mask. But what happens when you don't want to wear that mask anymore? This is a story of a child. A child who bears that mask, a mask that should have held a gratefulness to the ones who gave it to him. A child who hadn't even bore a name until he met this man. A man who should have been like a father to him, the individuals around him his family. But every child goes through a rebellious stage in their life, right? The answers were hidden from him, and so was his mind. That was until he took off the mask once again...