1 Prologue

Sometimes what we pray for is the reverse of what we receive. Everyone has happiness. However, God gives the door to our pleasure after thousands of problems. Like people always say, great things take time.

That day, a beautiful story was created by fate and time. The incident where I know the beauty of love. - Marbella Theodore

Love? Something nonsensical. Just having feelings without logic. Desire to fly without requiring to fall. Yearning to be happy without a painful struggle. Desire a story without an end. - Ethan Falmeenton

Destiny, I would not say I like destiny. They who declared us to be together, And they who make us separate. They who started us, And They also ended us.- Daffa Peterson

Time, They are the ones who made me realize that every second of the meeting is significant. Every second she smiles and laughs all the burdens seem to disappear, And every second she looks at me by the love there will always live in my memory. - David Finnegan

Unfortunately, time would not always be kind. Only permits us to be happy for a short limited period, Then comes back among magnificent sorrow. - Aleya Madelyn Geraldo

Goodbye, you. That is what I perceive. When each drop of my tears, only screaming your name who left me. Remorse that is extraordinary, when I need to say love, but must let go. When I want to smile, turn into sobs with tears. It all will end, without a sequel. - Vanya Clara Luciano

nevertheless, Everyone always has a happy ending. If you have not got a happy ending, then look for it. I would not talk about an ending much, because what matters is a process. The process when you fall and get back up . When you repeatedly fail and learn from mistakes. When you understand that not everyone has the same path, and everything takes time.

If you want to find a happy ending, you must first go through the process. However remember, the process can change what should be a happy ending.

This story is about them, teenagers. The story of fate and time played around with it. There are love, trauma, sadness and separation. And of course the process, Which always changes the destiny.

I compiled their story, and I named The Perfect Pale roses. They always try to be ordinary beautiful red roses, but they are not like others. They are perfect in their flaws. They are beautiful in their pale color. Because not everything that is broken or different is meaningless, sometimes they are broken and disparate because they are unique and have been through many circumstances that make them imperfect. But they are always perfect in imperfection. There they are, The perfect pale roses.

I will let you uncover and understand from the pages of this story. Thus that assuredly you comprehend and can resolve for yourself what their genuinely want to tell. If you do not discover it, let your heart feel the warmth of this story and ask the beauty of the night.

Welcome to the entrance of this story, the story you just started, that you do not know where it leads. Take it gently. Pursue your heartstrings. It will guide you to flow anywhere freely. Release your heart to feel. But be careful, you can get lost in sorrow. Or vice versa, take you flying in the night sky.

let me take you to the beginning of 2020 . That night was the same as the nights before. The moon shined gracefully. the stars combined with the beauty of the night. Everything was familiar. A girl named Marbella Theodore was writing her daily journal quietly. A lavender-scented candle helped her overcome the anxiety that always arose at night. Yes, it hasn't stopped since five years ago. It slowly arranged memories that would be stored on the sheets of a book. Memories that she would later read again and become part of her life. The raindrops heard from the room did not bother her at all. She liked the rain. It felt like she was not alone even though she was. There was a place in her heart that had remained empty for the past four years, in the depths of her heart she knew why. But she did not want to admit it because everything would change. Sometimes lying is the only way to live without the shadow of sorrow. For that time, she preferred to live an uncomplicated life even though she had to put on a mask and lied all the time.

Birdy's deep end was playing that night. It seemed to represented her. She sighed and looked around her room and realized not much has changed. The photos with her friends was still neatly displayed on the walls and dresser. It was like being showered with thousands of arrows when she saw the happiness behind the photos. In fact, they have all changed over time. She smiled faintly. She has tried to let them go since four years ago. But in fact, they were too influential for her.

That night a memory snippet played in her head, memories of when they met unexpectedly and began to form a friendship. They enjoy lifelike teenagers as usual before one by one their secret is revealed and changes everything. It was not clear what brought them together, as she knew they were all selfish at the beginning. But slowly, they realized that they couldn't get through a problem alone without a friend figure. Many things have changed. Their feelings, ways of thinking, and behavior previously didn't care about anyone except themselves slowly turned to the opposite.

Her cell phone ringed, indicating someone was called. It was undeniable how shocked she was when she read the name printed on her cellphone. "It's been a long time since I last got a notification from you," she said with an obscure feeling. Like a flash of lightning, her memories with that person swiftly passed through her memories. Hesitantly she answered the phone. There was no sound for several seconds. She decided to speak first and called the name of the person but there was no answer. Feelings of uneasiness and negative thoughts came over her.

"Hi." the familiar voice sounded so small as a whisper. A sound that she missed very much.

"hey," she replied, barely audible. She didn't know what to say. She was ashamed of what She had done to this person. She felt like she would express many apologies but somehow it held her back until she continued to remain silent.

"So, how are you?" said that person.

At that moment, Ella could hear clearly, and she was confused as to why this person's voice was like someone holding back tears.

instead, she asked what happened,

"I know when something goes wrong, you remember?" said Ella.

Slowly, the sound of heartbreaking sobs rang out. At that moment, she realized that it was not good news. She did not presume to ask. She just heard the sound of crying people who were calling her. Without knowing an exact reason, her tears also slowly fell. One sentence was spoken and made her flinch. She fell to the floor and hoped it was not real. At that moment it felt as if she could not breathe. But when that person said it again, she realized that this was all real. She closed her mouth, holding back sobs. "He's dead, Ella. He's dead. I can't take it anymore."

Her heart was stabbed many times when she heard that sentence. "who?" she asked in a trembling voice. A long time passed, filled only with the tears of the two of them. It was heartbreaking news that could not be explained. "You know who, Ella. I can't say it anymore. I need you, I need you right now. I need all of you." Without being clearly stated, she already knew who died. No words were spoken from her mouth. Only tears and screams filled her room.

"hey hey hey, listen to me. You are a very strong woman I have ever known. You can definitely get through this, tomorrow I will immediately go to your place and I will convey this news to others. Get enough rest, and eat as much as you can. Remember a lot of people still need you and all this will pass. Everything will be alright, okay? " said Ella trying to comfort her friend. It is must be very difficult to pass with patience. But there was nothing she could do that time except speaking.

That night was not the same night as expected. That night everything changed, either for the better or worse. Their story, which had ended, was then repeated. They were forced to go back to recalling memories without knowing whether it will make them happy or, conversely, hurt. For some of them, it was something they did not want. Because the pain that has been tightly closed is injured again, not knowing whether it will heal or even get hurt. Only time will tell. Hopefully it all ends up with what we hoped it would.