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Love is Sin

Love is like a rose. It is beautiful and delicate. It needs to be protected, so it grows thorns to protect itself. Her love wasn't like that.

It started out as any other. A shy, smart girl falling in love with the popular school jock. He was her friend, he protected her.

In return all she had to do was smile and help him when he needs it. She was happy with the deal, she wouldn't care any how.

They laughed and smiled until she finally told him. He accepted her feelings and gave them back.

They were in love. No one could deny that... But sometimes a rose can become over grown.

He smothered her. He never left herside and if someone hurt her, he'd hurt them worse. She started to fear him.

Soon she was imprisoned in his love. Soon she could no longer leave.

The vines wrapped around her heart as well as her limps. The thorns sliced through her arms, leaving them red and torn like fabric.

Hus love was killing her as she tried to run. As she tried to hide. As she tried everything.

The more time that had passed, the more she wilted. He didn't noticed for he was too far gone in the poison that was love to see it. He kept denying it when someone saw her long face, her sorrow blue eyes... Or the cuts that slay her arms.

He tried to make her happy, yet saw he was draining her life. His vines strangled the little sun and air she got. They cut her worse than her thorns.

Days went into months when he stopped letting her outside. He only was a way from her when he was at work or had to go and get groceries.

She withered more and more... Her heart slowed its beating. She was a dull red rose while he was brightly lit as fire. Fire that burned to be near.

Then she snapped! She loved him oh so much when they were teens. Now she hates him! She hates what he has been doing!

Like a flower, she withered, but she was finally plucked. She took care of the problem by tying him up. She made him watch as she showed him the scars his thorns had caused by piercing through the petals that was her skin.

She smiled as she cut herself, listening to his cries of agony. He begged her to stop, to let him help her. She listen not.

The crimson liquid flowed like streams, yet she wasn't done. She was far from it.

When the police arrived, they found a crying man and a swinging body. The body pooled around her as it dripped off her fingertips. Yet... She did not frown or sneer. She was smiling, her eyes boring into the man she once loved. The eyes he could not forget as life drained away from them.

Love is like a rose and sometimes it will wither and die. Sometimes it will grow and intertwined with another. Love can be heaven and be something that the angels gave us humans. Or love can be sin. You have to be careful though. Roses are very fragile, even with its thorns.

On the other side of this. Today is Valentine's. So I hope y'all are happy and with the people you care for! I also wanted to show ya a picture I made. Now it might not be good compared to others, but to me, I did a good job.

So, hope ya enjoyed the story!

         ~S.R