Roses, your highly allergic to them. They are still your favorite flower, you love to smell them, pluck off the petals. You know it could kill, but you continued and continued. Gladly you have healing magic to take away the affects.
You never knew, but you were being observed every time you were with these flowers by a certain boy. Who wouldn't want to watch a beautiful girl smell flowers.
He was jealous on how much you payed attention to them instead of him. Flowers can't do anything for you, they can't be family, friends, or anything that a human can do.
He wanted to be held in your arms like those flowers, he wanted you to smell him like those flowers, he wanted to give you a allergic reaction like those flowers... wait, what?
You were faintly breathing. The pollen from the flowers clogged up your nostrils. You could use your healing magic because you didn't have the spell memorized.
The boy panicked, he rushed to your aid. He didn't know any healing spells, he couldn't help you, you are going to die.
"What do I do?! I never had to deal with anything like this!" he panicked.
"Solomon... can you please... get me to my room. There's a book... about healing there." you panted.
He picked you up bridal style and flew to your room.
There were books everywhere. No one could fine book it this mess. What's the point of having a shelf?
"Take me there. The important books are always at the bottom of the shelf." (name) said.
There was a row filled with books. Which one could it be?
Solomon scrambled through many of them. He couldn't find it.
"Wait Solomon. I see it on my bed." (name) pointed to a green book, which was titled 'Sweet Dreams'.
He brought the book to you, you quickly opened it to a page that you had marked. A flattened rose was there. You pulled the petals off and broke the steam.
. . .
You had preformed the spell and you were now fine. Solomon asked you to meet him in his room. He wanted to make you something. You headed there to find he had a bunch of roses everywhere.
"Umm...?"
"Don't worry, there all fake. I noticed you like them so much that I decided to make them. Here take one." he passed you one. It looked so real you couldn't believe it was fake.
"Thank you. You know you didn't have to do this."
"Why?"
"Because you already are a rose to me. Your my favorite." (name) said and punch Solomon arm. He winced in pain.
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P.S: Happy New Year!!!
