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Roses

|| short and meaningful :). I made a banner at the side for this because I was feeling like it. Not really, I'm just bored. ||

“I don’t like the smell of roses,” I scrunch my nose up in disgust. “It smells so… depressing.”

“Depressing?” she asks. I nod, my eyes scanning the garden. “Okay. Fine.”

“Yeah.” I murmur, looking at the huge roses at my side.

“Roses are my favorite,” She says, snapping a picture of the lilies at her side. “They are elegant and beautiful; just like women.”

“I think not.”

I grab the camera from my side and turn my torso to the roses. I take a deep breath and lift the camera, snapping a few pictures from different angles. From all angles, they are the same. My opinion won’t change either.

“I think that they represent elegance and they are feminine,” She says, sitting next to me. “Don’t you think so?”

“No.” I say, looking at her. She darts her eyes from the roses to me, frowning.

“What? Why?”

She was getting defensive over the flower that represents “elegance and beauty”. She was frowning at me, and behind the innocent eyes, I can sense annoyance. I hate being annoying.

And I hate roses. End of discussion.

“Stereotypes,” I say, looking again at the roses. “Not all of them are beautiful and elegant. Maybe they can be troublemakers with their spines. They can be beautiful from a distance, but horrible when you are close to them.”

She stares at me puzzled for a moment, before exhaling and running her hand through her hair. She shakes her head in disapproval and confusion, before grabbing her camera again and snapping photos of the daisies.

“You and your deep concepts,” she mutters. I was sure I wasn’t supposed to hear at all, as she just rolls her eyes. “That’s why I love you!” She suddenly exclaims, giving me a quick hug.

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes and move on from the roses to the beautiful lilies at the side. They are not dangerous, they do not have spines, and they are beautiful and amazing.

I think it was time to move on from Rose Miller and focus on more important people. She may be my sister, but she is not letting anyone go near her. She pushes you away, her and her pride.

I really think so.