A red rose is an unmistakable expression of love (or in this case fake love).
White roses are generally associated with new beginnings.
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Sitting on a cold tiles in a hidden bathroom of the most popular club in Milwaukee, Rose was trying to recollect her thoughts, stop sobbing and pull herself together.
Make up was a mess now, and she has spent hours on it. Lips were not even red anymore, they are pink, and she hates pink lipstick. From crying waterfalls, her whole face became black from mascara and eyeliner, like diving in a car oil.
Her bright green eyes fell on a bouquet of roses that was laying near and she started counting. There were 20 roses but he said that every rose represent one month they spent together. Actually she wasted 24 months on him and he couldn't even multiply 2 with 12, or he didn't want to spend money on her.
He knew she hated roses 'cause it's too stereotypical as her name is Rose, but he never tried to learn what her favourite flower is. He liked the joke "Roses for Rose".
Peanut M&Ms were attached to the bouquet as they were his favourite sweets although Rose is allergic to peanut.
Rose also started smoking, hoping he would notice that she was ruining herself and she stopped smoking unnoticeably like she started. But the bad habit is still there when stress and anxiety strike again.
He told her once that she was fat and that made her to start puking after every meal, but after a while he said that she was too skinny and that her bones were poking him.
She tried all sort of things just to become someone worthy to be with the bad boy like him.
She lost friends, changed, outside and inside, only for him and he is now out there kissing some other chick.
"Do you need a tissue?"
Rose haven't noticed when this boy sat next to her or how long he has been sitting there, but the two of them look like total opposites.
White hair like the first snow with his eyes blue as the frozen lake in the winter. Freckles over his cheeks and nose like someone slashed a brush over his skin that is pale as a canvas. Only thing sharp on him is his jaw and his look is on a contrary, full of understanding even if he doesn't know anything about this girl sitting next to him.
Rose feels as if she would melt him in the spot with red hair like fire and she would, again, only see the green meadow coming from her eyes. There it is again, fear of pushing others and being alone.
Their differences would collide and there are only two possible outcomes: chaos or peace.
Calmness and feeling of security were around him and Rose's nerves again felt what is rest.
"Yes, thank you." His hands were warm and the tissue looked like it was made for dwarfs due to his big hands.
He was just staring at the girl while she was cleaning ruins of make up and that gave her some creepy vibes.
"Is my face that bad from crying?" She weakly smiled at the floor.
"Oh no, you are very beautiful." He made a short pause and then came to a realisation.
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Getting over (Teen Romance)
Teen Fiction"Kintsukuroi - the art of repairing pottery with gold or silver lacquer and understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken." ~~~ Rose is a girl who turned bad for a boy that in the end cheated...
