29. Half Freedom

[Amor’s POV]

Venus breathed in through her clenched teeth when her rose collided with someone else’s and veered from the path. Only Zeve’s rose was travelling in a straight line to the centre, isolated from all kinds of interruptions happening around it.

Venus squatted near Zeve, following and cheering for her rose.

“Your rose is so aloof from the others, as if it has its own intelligence and knows where it should go.” She said with amazement.

There was a lotus floating in the middle of the pond. That was the destination for all the roses.

I stood behind Zeve, stoically peering at the rose. I crossed my hands across my chest. My wrist was bleeding less, so I tightened my grip around it, reopening the wound.

God knows why I wanted that wound to not heal. It was as if I was waiting for something to happen, but didn’t know what.

The blood stained my shirt, too, but who cared? The rose race was more intriguing to watch.

Several other roses headed to the lotus too, along with Zeve