weasel124

The dry winds blow on a barren field. A wasteland, or better yet, a ruin. A desolate husk that now stands to remind. To others, it is a reminder of valor and sacrifice. Yet to her, who stood alone in the vast, unending ruin, it was a reminder of a loss and a pain that will never ease. With her short locks of faded gold swaying in the wind, she kneels to a stone, a red rose in her hand. "Ruby Rose" it reads, her heart pounding heavily as she slowly offers the flower. Her eyes of dull blue, full of sorrow. "I'm sorry, Ruby..." She mutters with a heavy grief. As she holds tears from breaking, she rises up and slowly walks away. She t