Rosetta Ryder - “Believer”
Like many things she kept, the rose was a mere trinket - a remnant of the way she was once. But Rosetta would be lying if she said she regretted the change. The taste of whiskey, the smell of cigarettes, and the roughened feel of lips barely kissed. These were the things she came to know. Unhinged. It was the only way she could be. It was the only way she could believe.