Roses and Skulls

Memories

The Human/living world had many holidays. Some were in memory and honor. Others were for fun. One of the latter holidays was Valentine's Day. And Offender still hated it. He had gotten over most of the trauma Rose had inflicted. His heart had been torn. His mind had been shattered. But he hadn't forgotten a single thing. Today, it was one month before Valentine's Day in the new year. Offender sat staring out into his carefully tended gardens. He took great care in growing all kinds of flowers. Roses were his specialty. Old memories surfaced as he looked at the water and fertilizing schedule on the wall calendar. He had loved this holiday until "she" had destroyed everything. Granted, he had merely used it to score as many girls as possible. But still. There was no excuse for all the pain and suffering he had gone through because of her. Rose had ruined everything.

Offender hadn't told Reaper about Rose. He didn't know how. But he knew he would have to one day. He needed to be honest if he was going to have a clear consciousness before things got serious with Reaper. If only it was as easy as talking about what to have for dinner or picking out a movie for an at-home date. And honestly, fighting would be better to an extent. But Offender wasn't looking to argue. He knew he had a long and tainted history with women. Reaper would have every right to be furious. But it was something that had to be done. So, Offender carefully planned out when and how to tell her.