Roses- Art Book III

Vent oneshot that everyone is gonna skip cause its not art

"I'm sorry"

That was all the angel could say in that moment. The queen looked at her, her blue eyes turning into sharp blades of frost. The angel looked down, unable to meet the icy glare of the queen in front of her.

"I have a life too, I can't be there for you all the time." the queen snapped, stamping her foot down on the cold marble floor. The angel took a step back, her wings raised in a defensive manner.

"I know, I know... it's just that." The angel then stopped, shaking her head. "You deserve better than me, find someone that'll love you more than I did." The angel cried, tears rolled down her cheeks as she leapt out the window, letting her wings carry her far away from the castle where she once loved.

Days have passed by, and the angel changed. Sleep and the desire to eat eluded her, causing her to loose weight and becoming more irritable than ever before. The activities that she once loved to do now seemed like a chore. And every time she flew by that castle, a sickening feeling of toxic regret churned through her stomach.

Her friends tried to cheer her up, encourage her to get better. "You did the right thing." "She's a bitch anyways." "It's not your fault." "You're too good for her." They all said, and the angel just smiled and nodded along. She knew that her friends all meant well, and that those kind words were all sincere, but she couldn't shake the feeling of poisonous guilt lurking inside her.

Weeks passed, and the angel soon started to slowly return to her normal self. Her confidence rose, her weight returned, and her motivation to move on started to ignite. The angel knew that this would happen, as she knew all wounds healed with time, but she still wasn't fully healed. The memories prayed on her like a jungle cat hunting down its next meal. When the angel least expected it, they would pounce on her, flooding her mind and drowning her in a sea of sorrow. The angel grew sick of those memories haunting her, and she knew what she had to do.

The angel flew to a tree deep into the woods. There, in an empty hollow, was a folded piece of paper. She unfolded it biting her lip as to not let out a loud wail. The painting had two girls, an angel and a queen, sitting side by side. The angel reached into her pocket and took out a small pencil, drawing a small, withering rose in between the two. The angel stared at it, and as by instinct, her hands gripped the edges of the paper.

"Dead or alive?" She ripped the corners, mumbling to herself.

"Dead or alive?" She picked up the pace, finding herself ripping faster than before.

"Dead, Alive..." she found herself with nothing but the two girls left. With one final tug, she tore them in two.

"...or dead."