The Rose That Changed It All

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I woke up to yet another dull day. The time, still running out, the sad wilted flower on my dresser, was about as lonely as I was. I sighed as I put on my cloak, hood, and mask to hide my declining appearance because I knew that rose would die, it was likely that I would too when the rose meets its demise. 

Truthfully, I'm not quite sure what gets me up out of bed every morning but it may have something to do with... him. I thought this to myself as I looked out the bedroom window that happens to have a clear view of Samuel, the only man in the entire world who could get me to smile even if he's got a "dark side" that he showed only to those who wronged him... I knew I shouldn't have the feelings I have for him because he's my best friend and he has a girlfriend but for some reason, my heart didn't seem to care. 

I left my house, skipping breakfast as usual, and began walking to my favorite place. Along the path to my favorite place, which happens to be the stone bridge near the river, I saw tons of examples of what my rose was meant to look like, I felt bad that the rose was the way it was because no one loved ME. The rose didn't deserve that honestly, no one did, except for me. Damn the one who cursed the rose and I, that witch should be glad she never faced me again, not that I'm healthy enough to pick a fight with a literal witch but Samuel would probably help me at least I hope he would. I sighed once again as I pictured Samuel with his girlfriend, they've been together so long, it's hard to imagine me even having a slight chance even if he did notice me in the same way I notice him.

I know it's unfair, to hope for the downfall of my best friend's relationship but I somehow can't help but hope it happens. I am a terrible person, I know it. A terrible friend, an even worse candidate for a romantic partner, and a chronic daydreamer. All great combos, good job, L.