Kay everyone, sorry ive been gone so long. Keep the words coming. Heres rose.
Jacob slammed the door and kept running. She coulndt be following him, she was dead. He had run her over himself, then dumped the body in the river. Yet that face, those eyes, that hair. It could be no other. "Jacob, why are you running from me? Im not mad." He stopped, turned as the door swung open. She still looked alive. If anything, she looked better dead. "y..your not?" She shook her hair, her long black hair swinging gracefully. "I love you, why would I be mad." But her eyes betrayed her. They were not mortal eyes. They reflected stars he couldnt see, and he was afraid. He stumbled backwards, tripping over his shoes. "Im not mad Jacob,...I am furious"
John looked at his partner. "Whats the story?" His partner rolled his eyes. "Mom said she came down and found him dead in his room." "Anything else?" "Yeah, they found a single black rose in the corpses hand."
Sorry everone, that story really sucked. But I was having writers block big time.