The Forgotten Side of the Moon

The Røse

She began to slip into an apprehensive state of mind as she hesitantly walked into the cold classroom

A chill ran down her spine as the cold breeze unwelcomely touched her face

She quickly sat down, trying to blend in with her black clothing and faint indifference

More than twenty girls and boys walked into the classroom, all holding roses and boxes of chocolate, a said symbol of love

Eventually she lost count and looked outside the window, hoping something would captivate her interest

This was the day she most despised, the day she felt most alone despite being surrounded by other souls

The bell rang and she was the last one to walk out once again

She headed towards her usual and private hang out spot, the woods behind the school

This is where she could clear her mind and take in the sounds of nature as she disconnected from the world

Now that she was right in front, she suddenly stopped and squinted her eyes

Something was laying at the foot of the great tree she sat on

The object was easy to spot, due to the fact that it was of a bright crimson red, which heavily contrasted with its grey and dull surroundings

She walked slowly up to it, bending down and picking it up

Involuntarily, a smile formed on her pink lips and a wonderful, foreign feeling resided in her heart

She looked around the woods, yet there was no sign of anyone

A blush crept onto her cheeks and she sat down as she carefully admired the beautiful rose, wondering who had finally noticed her