The howling night wind carries the gazes of two cool women, both living with emotional and physical disabilities. They stare at each other for a long, long time, neither willing to look away.
“From beginning to end, I’ll only ever run to you, my beloved rose.”, From the madwoman who feels no pain.
“Could you really love me, even when I’m covered in wounds?”, From the blood-red rose, a woman with an expressionless face.
“Let me run to you. Let’s hold hands and grow old together. In the end, we’ll embrace and lose ourselves in the darkness, devouring each other’s blood and licking each other’s flesh, reaching the top of each other’s most unforgettable lists.”
“Forever and ever. Not even death will part us.”
