This novel was inspired by a bottle of perfume: Serge Lutens La Fille de Berlin.
There are two inspirations in all, so I outlined two stories. I should write the other one next year.
I stole the roses, and I killed the one you love.
It’s a lie that I don’t love you; it’s true that I want to forget you.
If I had a gun, I could protect you and kill you, too.
But in the end, I’d still secretly throw it away, then stumble toward you and say I’m scared.
