Crimson hatred (davekat davejohn rosemary johnkat)

third longest walks of your life

One thing you have learned from Rose is that love comes in many shapes and forms. Sometimes-- most of the time really, you don't really get to pick either of those things.

Love to Rose, is the little things, like the way their laugh makes your stomach feel like it's filled with stars; galaxies swirling in your mid-section. Or the way their fingers fit perfectly in yours, and always seem to keep yours warm during the endless and cold nights. It's the way they curl their bodies around you into the shape of a question mark, spine cracking and breaking, for they are not used to this touch of affection, and they hold you as if you are the answer.

But you are no answer,

Yet they still hold you like you are one.

And they will continue to search for it in the deepest and darkest parts of you; in the nooks and crannies you never even bothered to pay attention to (or ones you avoided at all costs). They tear down the doors you locked away years ago from everyone else to keep yourself safe.

They rip you apart like an open heart surgery, dissecting you. And it feels like your organs are not all in the same place when they're done, because you ache in the strangest of ways when they whisper next to your ear; glide their fingers over your skin as if playing connect the dots with your freckles, and say those three words that make you lose the millions of sentences and trains of thought that you had in your head.

It's the way they still hold out their hands for you yet they know they'll only end up with cuts and bruises. But they still wait for you.

Because the pain they received while waiting for the touch of your fingers is worth while. Because you're the one who heals and kisses away the pain.

Love to Rose

is filled with things we forget to realize.

When Rose pulled open the door to her house, she nearly yanked you in, wrapping her arms around your waist tightly. She didn't give you time to think as she thrust her face into your chest.

"You scare me to death sometimes, you know that? I almost got ready to run over to get you." One of her hands made it's way to your shoulder, her getting on the tips of her toes to look you in the eyes, her bare feet on the cold marble."Looks like you did that yourself." She wore a worried look on her face as she kissed your cheek, her black lipstick probably leaving a little smudge on your skin.

Rose was your Tylenol.

You stared at her, warning yourself to hold it in to at least till you were in her room, not in her doorway, half of your body still tasting the chilly night. She exhaled as you snaked your arms around her, closing your eyes. "Sorry, sis" You mumble into her hair.

Without saying a word, you both backed away, her taking your hand in hers. Her fingers were so slender and delicate compared to yours, her skin silky

She led you up the stone stairs, her room just a hallway away from reach now.

Just a little longer.

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Just a little longer.

You thought to yourself as you tapped your pencil against your leg.

You knew who the person sitting next to you was as soon as you layed your eyes on them. Bro told you about her. Her mother probably told her about you too. It's a thing guardians do. And that's not all bad, except the fact that you would prefer that you knew what she said about you.

Rose.

You've only met her once before, and that was back in the day too, back when you could barely talk, so it doesn't really count.