Punk- Loner- Protective
Maybe hiding out here with the roses was a lame pun. But Rose needed to get away from everything going on. And no one ever seemed to visit the memorial for the Rose that had passed on ages ago. So she should be safe here. She sighed as she sat in front of the rose bush, watching the wind blow through its leaves. "What was your life like?" She asked quietly. "Did you have to protect the people you cared about? Even when they were too stubborn to listen?" She shivered as the wind blew through her short hair. She didn't really expect an answer. But the quiet was pretty nice.