And here I thought you had a soft spot for reckless young girls.

We try to do what's right, or rather what other say is right. But sometimes, when that goes against who we are...you have to choose.

So,” I said at last, staring at my hands. “How’s, uh, your car?” “I left it out on the street. Figured it’ll be fine there while I’m gone.

That's pretty weird—and when I say something's weird, you know it's serious.

You're burned into my mind forever

Turning away, I stared at the long road winding off ahead of me. I sighed. This trip might take awhile. "Then start walking, Rose," I muttered to myself. I set off, off to kill the man I loved.

Rose is in red, But never in blue, Sharp as a thorn, Fights like one too.