(I'm listening to Pray by Justin Bieber and a single tear dropped on my cheek because I'm too proud of him)

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Was that really him? I walked a few steps more down the stairs and saw him clearly. Oh my God. I squealed a little and realized that I was loud enough to let him hear me. His head followed my voice and watched me standing there at the end of stairs admiring him and his beauty.

He smiled genuinely like a gentleman and stood up, having his whole body facing my direction. Luke passed by from behind me until he was next to the guy. Luke patted his back and introduced me to him.

He said, "This is the girl I told you about. Guess she's a fan of yours."

They both chuckled, leaving me with red cheeks.

The guy in the white tee gave me a toothy grin. "I'm Shane Evans, nice to meet you."

Like I didn't know. He was one of the most famous Instagrammer alive. Shane was well-known for his good looks and toned body. Not only was he a beauty from the outside, the inner him was impressive as well. Rumour did say that he never had a girlfriend before and still lived with his mother. It was kinda adorable, and who wouldn't fall for that charm of his.

I snapped out of my train of thoughts and shook the hand he gave. "Hazel. Hazel Green."

They all smiled, and my heart was beating quite fast. Somehow, I felt like I was still not safe in the house, that I think Justin was going to find where I was. I tried to push those thoughts away.

I gave them a small smile and got out of the house through the backyard. I had to get Justin out of my head. He was not a good guy. In fact, he killed my father. So, why would I still be thinking about him? Maybe, it was the fact that he was my first love and I just couldn't let go of my first love.

I noticed that they have a garden in their backyard inside a greenhouse. I took a walk along the path and opened the creaky, wooden door to find myself awestruck by the view. There were plenty of roses, in different colours.

The only type of flower that I have loved is roses. The one thing I have loved about roses is different coloured roses give different meanings. For an example, white rose shows innocence and "I am worthy of you". Red rose means love and courage. Pink rose declares admiration and appreciation.

But the rose that attracted my eyes in the beautiful garden was the black rose. Although it meant death and farewell, I thought of it as full of mystery. It was like a jet black heart that needs love; a second chance. Someone who needs pure happiness although their live was a big pile of mess. Someone who needed to be loved and to love.

I drifted my eyes away from the beauty of all. I hated myself for this.

Because all I could think about was Justin.

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Thank you for 1.7k guys omg 😍😍

2nd of March, 2017.