Love is full of suffering and sacrifices. It hurts; it's painful; it's torturous. A vicious killer, who wanders into Y/N's hometown, falls victim to love's deadly spell the moment he lays eyes on the beautiful flower who speaks to him with pure kind...
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"He was supposed to be okay. I don't understand." Y/N's cries were muffled against his shoulder as she mourned over the loss of her father. His thorny vines wrapped around the flower in a secure embrace, bleeding promises of safety and comfort, while she gripped his clothes in tight fists. They were in her aunt's home, away from the hospital and away from the morgue. The whole household was devastated, all but one. Richard hushed his darling rose with a soothing, sweet voice.
"Shhhhh. Y/N, my love, don't cry. Everything is going to be alright." While the meaning of his very existence drowned in her tears, he couldn't quite keep the grin off of his face. So long as her gaze wasn't on him, Rich was free to express his absolute joy in the privacy of Y/N's bedroom. The experiment was a success. As soon as the deed was done, he put on his best act and called for the doctors to rush in and save his flower's father in the midst of a fit his body was having, which had undone the repairs made to the man's body that were still too fresh.
Everything unraveled so quickly. It was so fun to watch the jerking and flailing of his limbs as he choked and sputtered, losing his breath, as well as his life not long after. It was a real shame he couldn't see the finale before being escorted out, but the result was precisely what he wanted. Another pest was exterminated. He only wished it could've been more bloody, but his windows were slim enough as it is. He couldn't act foolish now, with only two targets left to kill before his flower was his alone. The downside of it all, of course, was needing to witness her crying. It was always the hardest part of the whole charade. Luckily, she had him there to hold her. However, while she appreciated his comfort, there was no denying the facts.
"No, it won't be alright!" Y/N shook her head against him, feeling more distraught than she ever had before. "Why does this keep happening? Why are the people I love being stolen away from me?"
"Y/N." His voice came out so gentle, so tender. He wished he could tell her that those people never really mattered, that they only would have gotten in the way, that they would have dragged her down and ruined her soft petals. For now, he could only assure her by petting the back of her head and cradling her to his shoulder. She cried so much. It pained him that's those tears were for worthless nobodies, but that was also her appeal, her ability to love so dearly.
"I can't take it anymore, Rich. How am I supposed to keep going when everyone else around me keeps dying?" Releasing a hiccup then a gasp, she shoots her head up with frightened eyes. "W- Wait, you don't think that this might be him again do you? When the car was checked, they said it was possible the breaks might have been cut. There was a lot of damage, but—" Her eyes watered up even more as she clasped her hands over her mouth in horror. "It can't be a coincidence, can it? Not with everything that's been going on. Oh, god! Rich, what am I going to do? What if they come for my mom, or my aunt, or you!"
