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Once the rose was white, pure and innocent. It's beautiful petals reflected the the world around it, equally unblemished. However, one grave day, the son of Love and War descended upon the people. Eros' struck lovers with his enchanted arrows, corrupting their love into hatred and longing. This new desire tore nations and comrades apart. Wars sprung up, and the blood of these flowed into the fields of the world. Eros painted the white rose red with the blood of the slaughtered lovers and friends, and with their tears, he glossed their crimson petals...

As the clock ticks forward, I sit impatiently. Minutes from this moment will be one of the most important days of my life. I reflect on the days before this as I wait. Days once filled with loneliness and grief, I now find are filled with hope and joy. I never thought one person could change my existence so greatly. I didn't think it was possible to find so much happiness from one vessel. I could never have dreamed of feeling this kind of freedom since my fateful fall. It's all thanks to you, Zaphkell. You've change me forever, and even if we are parted when our mortal friends pass on, I can never go back to the being I was before...

Happy first anniversary, my angel...