The Red Rose--
PROLOGUE:
He looked at the picture again, as he had done so for the past ... so many years.
The picture had an unusual effect on him even at seventeen, and it still beckoned him even now. It was not beautiful in the way he was used to; it was a symbol of the mind he had failed to understand and never probably would.
It was a drawing of a RED rose, but not the ones that poets would write on, or the ones that lovers would gift.
The water colour painting showed a Red Rose lying on the page. Nearly all its petals were separated from it and lay surrounding it: however, one petal still clung to the flower, as though defying the rest. If someone looked closely at the painting, they would see the other petals each pierced by a glass shard, and the drops of blood that oozed out of it. The petal that clung to the stalk however, glistened with a dewdrop.
Some people might have thought the painting was morbid. Many would think it was cruel. But Lan Wangji wondered about the person who had drawn it. Had she or he merely expressed a desire for sadism and brutality? Had it been an expression of his/her repressed anger? Had that person drawn a reflection of his torn soul that clung to its last hopes?
But like everything else in life, with the passage of time , the amount of time, he dwelt on it decreased, but whenever he looked at it, he would hear sobs echoing from a distance. Most days however, he just pushed it to the back of the drawer. It was professional curiosity, he thought. Nothing more.
Nothing...
Or Was it ?
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The ReD RosE--A Wangxian/ Yizhan RomancE!
FanfictionIntroduction---: Painting....tells a thousand tales. But what if-- This One spoke about a distinctive person's Woe? Will the Rose find its Creator? Would Lan Wangji get his answers..... Will they meet ever? Would two different lives Collide, in a W...
