"What are you doing, Dan?"
The blonde haired boy asked curiously, looking over the dark-haired boy's shoulder.
"Ehh, nothing. It's nothing."
He said and quickly hid the paper. Callum took it, however, and first examined it all from a distance. There was a picture on a sheet of paper. Callum had never noticed that he could paint Daniel so well.
It was a picture of a rose. But withered roses. One petal that had fallen from the withered flower flew in the air.
,,It is..."
Callum couldn't find the right word for it, but Daniel immediately filled it in.
,,Metaphor."
That probably wasn't quite what the blonde boy had in mind, but now he wanted to hear what metaphor was hidden behind the picture
. ,,Look. You are the stem, the leaves, the thorns. I am the petals. I'm still forming a flower on the outside, but I'm already withered. Now all the leaves will gradually fall. Then you'll be alone..."
Daniel was torn. It broke his heart to say such a thing.
"And the operation... maybe it will be the source of water that will bring our rose back to life."
YOU ARE READING
Why do you care?
Teen Fiction[ COMPLETE ] "It'll kill you someday." "I know." "Then why are you doing it?" "Why do you care so much?"
