SLAYYPOINT FANFIC #3 . ððð ððð ððð ðððð ðððð, ððð ððð ðððð ðððð ðððððððð. ððð ððð ððð ðððð ððð ððð, ððð ððð ðððð ð ðððð ðð ðððð. ððð ððð ððð ðððð ððð ðððð , ððð ððð ððððð ðððð ðððð ððð. ðŧððð ðð ððð ð° ðð ðððððð ðððð ððð ððð ðððð ððð ðððð ðð ððð. . Love is like a rose, either a fresh one or a dead one..ðĨ ~~~~~~~~~âĄ~~~~~~~~~ "ð° ðððð ððð ððð ðððð ðððð ðððð ððð ððððððð ðð ðð..." I thought to myself as I saw her adoring the colourful flowers in the backyard.. . "ðīðððð ðð ððððððð ðððððððð ðð ðððð.." I said as tears rolled down my cheecks, I love him so much and at this point universe is just being so unfair... ~~~~~~~~~âĄ~~~~~~~~~