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“White roses.” Silver said softly as she looked at the beauty of the roses, she was shaking as she looked at them afraid that if she touched one or looked too long at one the room would throw her into another confusing drop, she didn’t want to fall again.

“Fall again, and again, you will still fall in a loop and you will still fall in love with him.” A voice whispered.

Silver blinked as she shook her mane. “There is nothing wrong with falling in love.”

“No…” The voice answered. “But if you never awake… what is the point of being in love?”

Silver stood in the middle of the white roses and blinked as she felt her chest hurt. “Never awake? What? I don’t want to sleep anymore.”