A dagger, and a Rose
#Chapter55 A dagger, and a Rose
I groaned loudly when I limped my way out of the house and to the backside, the empty garden.
My mother used to plant flowers here and take care of them, I bearly remembered her because I was so small, i only know i used to sit by the door and watch as the Flowers died out. My dad forbid me to keep them alive or to care for them neither did he give me time.. I couldn't remember how it was when she was still alive all these memories were now covered with those of my training, ever since edge died my dad became obsessed, the first few days of training were the worst, no sleep and no breaks not to mention I was about 4-5 years old .. I couldn't even remember ever celebrating my birthday so I forgot the date, that's why I celebrate mine now with jongin.
God I don't even remember her face, every time I try, a bloody mess, the gore and pieces the wolf had left of her.. that's all that comes to my mind if I tried to remember her face.