they'd been lounging on ryker's sofa
it'd been a few weeks since their
first conversation.
well, one-sided and unrequited share of facts that was
spoken only through ryker's lips.
but he'd learned about her.
he'd learned that she enjoyed being held at night,
enjoyed having his fingers running through her curtain of black hair
and enjoyed the way ryker tucked it behind her ear.
she enjoyed the simple things in life,
admired the rain and was fascinated
by white roses.
"you're beautiful, blue."
and although she didn't agree,
she didn't dwell on that fact and forced herself to
nod, twirling the stark, blinding white rose that ryker had bought her that afternoon at the shops.
she studied it.
she studied ryker and then came to the conclusion
he was effortlessly beautiful,
he was a rose.
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beautiful
Short Storystory #3 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse he thought he could fix her he thought he could make her b e a u t i f u l but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) © 2015 flawed-
