RedSnow/some more snippets

Her life was full and empty all at the same time. "This is no way to live", she thought and glanced out the window. A butterfly just happened to be dancing around the flowers outside. The red roses caught her attention. One in particular so deep red, just beginning to open, "beautiful", she thought. Saddened by the knowledge that soon it would wilt and die. Then another would grow to replace it as if any rose could replace this one.
She hated these times. Hated these melancholy feelings. Wanted to be someone else, someone who didn't know the things she knew. She had none she could confide in. No one she could trust. No siblings like herself. Alone and unappreciated or so it seemed.
Again she glanced out the window and there sat the butterfly on that one rose. It had noticed, had chosen that particular rose out of all the others. She then smiled to herself and went about her usual duties.