The Time Traveler's Rose(COMPLETED)

Let Me Explain...

"Warning, late by 5 minutes. Warning..." I wake up. TD is already alive by the sound of my grogginess. "Morning sir. Start with morning plans?"
Uh. This is why I want to be one of the normal people out there. Those people get to wake up to a bright morning while I have to wake up to fog and mist. Nothing seems bright about waking up at the ass crack of dawn. It's hard work doing my job. And nobody recognizes that.
As of right now I'm in my bathroom shaving. I try to keep my beard from showing. I think I look better with a smooth face. Honestly, I'm old fashion. Like really old fashion. Let's talk about the 21st century. I still use the Gillette® razors because they truly give you the perfect shave. For my personal use, I still have the Galaxy® O'mega 5 for game usage. I do like being old fashion. I think it classifies me as me being truly unique and extraordinary. I held the razor. I seem to have cut myself around my neck.
"Yeah, I see the tiny cuts on your throat and the bloodstains on my hands."
I threw the razor at the mirror. The little pieces of the razor broke apart. "Shit!"
"Sir, are you injured?" I raised my hands as if TD was really a person waiting to understand my frustration this morning. "No. Please fix my breakfast and then print out my plans for work."
The response to my command made me cry some. I admit it. I do. I cry whenever I can't do something for myself. My voice recording sounds more of a man who cares, who loves than I would in a lifetime. Dropping to the bathroom floor. Such a wimpy girly thing to do, but some just don't get it. It actually relieves ones feeling. They cry and then think about what should happen. Mostly you laugh afterwards, but depending on some cases of emotions, people commit suicide.
"Sir, you have one message from a Lavidia Zimmerman at 6:32. Press play sir?"
I looked at the ceiling. "Yes." The message played throughout the entire apartment. "German, look it's me. I know you probably don't want to hear my voice and I get that, but listen up. If you can tonight, come by my place. Please it's urgent. I really want you there. See you later." I still don't understand why she still wants me. I kicked her out last night. She could've stayed, but I feared myself of being great danger.

"Sir, another message from a Lavidia Zimmerman at 7:03. Press play sir?" "Yes. Play every message on there."
"German, I thought maybe I could give a poem to you before you left. It is called Nalyd. It means cruel, heartless, abrasive, and abusive. Listen."
Oh great. Now she thinks I'm abrasive and abusive.
"Nalyd, Nalyd
It is he who breaks me
Nalyd, Nalyd
It is he who is in me
Nalyd, Nalyd
Take me from this thing
Nalyd, Nalyd
It is he who controls the purple ring
Nalyd, Nalyd
Be sorry, but look ahead
Nalyd, Nalyd
Be aware therefore he who hurts the
exceeds danger for your treasure
ahead
Bye German. I hope you understand my poem and frustration." That was weird. What frustration does she have? I mean yes I get the fact that Dylan fucking abused her, but what else is there for frustration. Maybe I'm her frustration. Maybe she said that poem to give me a message that I'm a low-life wimp. That she doesn't love me anymore. See what I care. I would have died than let some man molest me for neglect.
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"German! Hey sorry if I'm bothering you, but you weren't answering my messages. German!"
"Why would I want her? She's useless and I don't need her. She's a fucking idiot for letting some man rape her. She doesn't love me. And I don't love her."
"Your right. I don't love you womanizing asshole. I pray for you." Oh no, what have I done? "Lavidia, wait! I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have said any of that. What was I supposed to do? I'm am under constant stress."
"And you don't think I'm doused in stress. Everyday, German. Everyday. Just loving you is stress on me. It puts ideas in my head and makes me think. Thinking hurts. I'm tired and mad and sometimes I just want to go to sleep... but I can't because I have to work. That was already on my level five when I met you. Dylan on top of all of this has me on the level of suicide. I thought I needed you, I thought I loved you, but now you made it super clear that I don't need either from you."
"Lavidia, wait."
"Get your hands off of me. I really don't know who you are now. The German I know wouldn't say shit like this about me behind my back. Especially when he knows I'm the one under the constant stress."
"I listened to the messages. I did. I sat on that floor over there and listened. I know what you think about me. I'm abusive, abrasive, and heartless. Remember. You think I'm a wimp for not answering your other message."
"Well you jerk, if you listened carefully or even wrote it down... ooh. Play the message again and listen this time.
"German, I thought maybe I could give a poem to you before you left. It is called Nalyd. It means cruel, heartless, abrasive, and abusive. Listen."
"Nalyd, Nalyd
It is he who breaks me
Nalyd, Nalyd
It is he who is in me
Nalyd, Nalyd
Take me from this thing
Nalyd, Nalyd
It is he who controls the purple ring
Nalyd, Nalyd
Be sorry, but look ahead
Nalyd, Nalyd
Be aware therefore he who hurts the
exceeds danger for your treasure
ahead
Bye German. I hope you understand my poem and frustration."
"Okay I heard it. Twice now. It's about me. How many times do you have to rub it in my face?"
Lavidia started dropping tears. What's her problem now? "It's not about you. It's about Dylan. Nalyd spelled backwards is "dylan". It is he who controls the purple ring? He who hurts the exceeds danger for your treasure ahead? It would never be about you. Your everything but abusive and abrasive. I love you. I mean I loved you. Not anymore, not after I heard of what you think of me."
"Wait, how did he get in here? Our MT's doesn't work in the building."
"Come by my place tonight and I'll explain."

I can't believe it. He's going to die. That piece of shit is going to die. How dare he hurt her...how dare I hurt her. Fuck! Why do I have to be so stupid. I do love you Lavidia. I do. And don't you think for one second that I don't. I need to come up with an apology. I'm such a dick! Why am I like this? What is wrong with me?
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