I have died from a broken heart, one that has not been working properly. I have been givin another chance to comeback and help you find my body. So I may have a chance to live once more. Here i will try to help you.

I remember I had broken up with someone a week or two ago, I found the pain unbearable. So I went for a stroll through the garden, to look and smell the flowers, the smell always seemed to sooth me. Then my pain came again as I looked at the tulips, the flower my previous flower my love had given to me. I nearly collapsed when I got over to the roses, my favorite flower. I remember falling into something pointy, I had fainted, I woke and saw a cold stone face, the last face I will ever see again. WAIT, something pointy, THE ROSES! FACE OF STONE, THE STATUE. THERE! IN THE ROSES, MY COLD DEAD BODY LIES, I AM A VICTUM OF A BROKEN HEART. Only my true love can save me now, I doubt he will come. Because I don't even know who he is, yet.