That year, I passed by a villa that looked like a palace. I deeply remember that the courtyard was full of gorgeous roses. If you ask me when I started to hate roses, maybe it was at that moment. Seeing the roses everywhere made me feel scared. The color of the roses reminded me of the fire...
The fire happened three days ago. It was my birthday that day. My parents, Yuta, and my sister celebrated my birthday. The moment I made a wish and blew out the candles, my wish became a permanent souvenir: I wish our family a happy life~
When I opened my eyes, I saw the fire coming towards me. The fire was burning from the outside in. It was obvious that someone in our family had offended someone. My parents were burned to death in the fire to protect me and my brother. My sister was killed by a falling beam when she could have escaped. I have never hated a person, but at that time I hated a person deeply. I didn't know who it was, but I knew very well that it was the person who killed my whole family.
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This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
