Sometimes your life can change in a instant- with only a few moments sealing your fate. The question was do you accept what fate has given you, or make your own happiness. Because even a flower of death, stained crimson with blood, longs to live. To bloom and to thrive. When at last your life gives you lemons, after a life of misfortune do you kick them to the curb, or do you squeeze the hell out of those lemons for all their worth. Climbing up out of the darkness to be met with a bright world, the crimson flower has yet to open its bud.