A/N's POV (This entire chapter is a long backstory of someone, not saying who)
Year ????, 6th of June
The man is walking without a care about the world. He's simply bored, nothing to do today. He's walking to the pub under the dark starry sky. The pub is located in a pretty shady part of town but he couldn't care less. It's raining, yet a single drop hasn't landed on him yet.
"Hello, 2 shots of tequila, please." he asks to the bartender.
"Coming right up." the bartender smiles cheerfully.
"Thanks." the man smiles back.
He sits on one of the highstools, listening in on what the others in pub are saying. He just wants something interesting to listen to. The pub is pretty packed but most people here are mobs, criminals or drunkass idiots. He just hears some people whispering about drugs or weapons and others shouting at the football game on the TV.
"Stupid idiots!" a woman mutters. The man pays no attention to the woman with a black leather jacket, red shirt, jeans and red lipstick on her lips. Her long, golden brown hair moves along as she sits on one of the highstools. Her piercing purple eyes meeting the bartender's amber eyes. The man realizes she's a demon, not exactly a strong one but not one to be messed with.
"Beer, thanks." she says to the bartender.
"Coming right up! And your tequila for you." the bartender hands the man the tequila.
"Thanks." the man smiles.
The man listens for anything interesting about what the people in the pub are saying. Nothing, he sighs and just looks up at the vintage TV. Then the woman starts mumbling something to herself which catches the man's attention.
"Stupid bastards, robbing my house out of spite and blaming me!" she mumbles pissed.
"Bad day?" he asks the woman.
"Hm, yeah." she answers annoyed.
"So, what happened?" he asks her.
"My ex and manager robbed me because I had forgotten to pay off a debt. They blamed me for not paying the debt! The police didn't even help." she answers annoyed.
The man listens to the woman rambling about how stupid the reason was and how shitty the police were. He was listening without a word, he couldn't care though but he still felt intrigued for a strange reason. The feeling in him is one he hasn't felt in many, many, many years. It was such a strange experience but he tried ignoring it.
"Get a lawyer." the man says to the woman.
"Too expensive." she groans.
"I'll help." he shrugs.
"What? I just met you 5 minutes ago." she says confusedly.
"Names ######, I said i'll help." he smiles.
"Rose, I said I just met you 5 minutes ago." she responds.
"Touché." he pays the bartender for his and Rose's drinks.
They talk a little for an hour. The both get along nicely, Rose tells the man about stories from her college and the man listens quietly. They decide to exchange phone numbers and keep in contact. Both of them step out of the pub as the cold air hits them, the part ways and it's back to walking under the starry sky.
The man keeps replaying the conversation over and over in his head. He doesn't understand what is happening with him. He suddenly gets a buzz from his phone. He reaches into his pocket and looks to see who it is. It's a message from Rose, the man feels his lips twitch a little.
Rose: HIIIIIIII
######: Hi
Rose: Wow, dry texter and dry talker
######: Meh
Rose: Anyways, wanna hangout tomorrow?
######: Sure
Rose: Great! Let's meet at 2 near the pub :)
######: Alright, cya
Rose: Cya!
The man smiles at his phone, the girl seems pretty lively and he has met plenty of people like that but Rose feels different. He doesn't understand why. For him, everyone is the same and yet this girl has woken something in him. He takes a sigh and tries to figure out what is happening.
*The next day*
Rose is happily sipping her boba and talking about the man how she's gonna get back at her ex and manager. Both of them are discussing when Rose stops and starts to stare at something.
The man looks at what she's staring, an ice cream shop. She stares at the different flavors and finshes her boba in seconds. The man smiles, seeing Rose forgetting the world over ice cream is strange but cute.
"Want some?" he asks breaking Rose out of her thoughts.
"Ah! No no." she responds.
"One scoop of coffee and one scoop of vanilla, please." he says to the man at the counter.
"Sure, $10." the man at counter smiles.
Rose stares at the man with no shame. Coffee and vanilla are her favorites so how'd he know? Strange guy, lucky guess probaly. The guy behind the counter hands the man the ice cream and he pays after he gives Rose the ice cream.
Rose tastes the ice cream and within minutes, she devours it. The man watches her eat the ice cream as Rose doesn't notice the smile the man has. When she finishes it, she has the biggest smile on her face.
"Thanks!" Rose hugs the man.
"No problem." the man replies.
"These are my favorite flavours, how did you know?" she asks.
"Lucky guess." the man smirks.
Time passes, seconds to minutes, minutes to hours, hours to days, days to weeks, weeks to months. In 7 months, they managed to get revenge against Rose's ex and manager by giving both 14 years of prison. The man realized he had feelings for Rose and the more time went on, the stronger his feelings.
Rose talked a lot, had a weird obssession with sweets, loved dogs and was the most fun person to be with. The man was mysterious, quiet but still got along with the big talker. They would chat everyday, hang out every week and time without eachother was suffocating.
May 4th, 1935, he confessed. Rose was stunned but gave a big yes and they dated for 3 years. He proposed, they married a year later. Had a child that died at birth. Both were heartbroken but stayed strong. They moved on, 10 years of their relationship passed, Rose got shot from her manager's brother. She didn't make it and the man couldn't save her in time but killed the manager's brother.
The color that existed in the man's life died in his arms, his world was back to black and white. Rose who had gotten his interest, the beautiful fierce flower but roses have thorns and he could feel the thorns as he watched her pass away.
"I'm not wiping away your tears, I'm welcoming them to represent your sadness because all of you is welcome no matter what. If you let yourself open up then I'll be the tool to help you heal, if you close yourself off then the pain is all you have and it won't heal. Death will never do us apart, eternity will and eternity will never come." he whispers in her ear before she passes away.
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Cough, I'm not good with backstories though I'm good at traumatizing characters but you will get more depth on this backstory after I reveal who the man is if it isn't obvious...
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