Prologue

Memories fade, friendships deteriorate, but my hatred shall forever stay. The night blooms a dissonant ring, and the clatter of the chains gives off an awful sting. The memories of the past hide from me, as if to conceal some tragic fate. The girl who weeps yet cant be seen, shall never reveal the memories I so wish to steel. The crimson flowers, the blood of my cheeks, has colored my world a darker red. As I fall through the deepths of the sea, I think, did you actually care about me?