I gave an rose.
He handed me his.
We both know that roses have thorns.
so we take complete care.
- There!-
what there was?
- this specific thorn pierced me! I'm bleeding a lot-
I'll take the thorn out, but...
wait a minute.
Pretty thorn, isn't it?
Its tip actually glows... so green.
So well formed.
It's the best rose thorn I've ever seen.
- Hey...it was this thorn that pierced me, I'm bleeding -
I will take it off.
Wow, what a beautiful thorn, right?
I could even make an art about it.
This thorn complements the stem, the petals, the leaves, it is so beautiful and sharp.
- Please... Remove the thorn, I'm afraid, I'm uncomfortable... -
Oh, but he's so beautiful, isn't he?!
I liked him so much, you see.
This thorn gives me euphoria because it is so perfect.
I know I'm being harmed physically because of him.
But it's so beautiful, so cool, so pleasurable.
- Please...
if you take it off...
don't take it off because of me.... -
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Short StoryDo you know when you don't know your own verbalization? I just know that I don't know how to verbalize it. Verbalize. To speak. To write. How can I say something if I don't know what I feel?! my throat hurts from it.
