On a lonely island in the North Atlantic, there is a boundless field of white roses.
This is a side story for a novel I'm working on, told from the perspective of a peripheral character who watches the heroine.
I just can't figure out how to write the novel itself. I wrote a few chapters, but they felt like a mess, so I decided to share the only side story I'm happy with...
Theme: Everyone has a tender place in their heart. As long as we live, we can always find something to hold on to.
