Fallen Flower

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Rosé 1 POV

I looked into Namjoon's sweet honeycomb eyes, my hands were wrapped around his head and my lips were incredibly close. I closed my eyes, ready for his lips to touch mine. He pulled away and picked me up and I pouted.
"I thought you were gonna kiss me!"
"Later, Babe" he kissed my nose and I giggled.
"It's late Namjoon"
I saw on his watch it was 10pm. My mum wouldn't be happy if I came home after 11. She's strict on that, especially with Namjoon. I don't have it too bad though. I mean my life was just how everyone dreams. I got accepted into Yale in phycology and so did my boyfriends a year, Namjoon. My mum and dad are still together and I'm not exactly bad looking or unpopular.
"It is. I'll walk you home?"
I nodded as he put me down and kissed me.

Finally I felt his soft lips on mine, as always the passion and love was always there. It's like it's just me and him and no one else in the world is important. Just me and him. He smiled and pulled away. I was visibly shaking. I decided to go out in only a blue hollister t shirt and ripped denim shorts. He laughed and gave me his hoodie. He didn't even give me a chance to insist he keeps it, he put it over my head himself. It was his red Adidas one. He wore it a lot and I occasionally got it. Most of the girls get jealous when I wear it. Namjoons kinda super popular.

The rest of the walk was small talk and compliment wars. When I got to my front door, I kissed his nose and embraced him, the warmness of his chest was one of my favourite things in the whole world. "I'll see you at school tomorrow yeah?" He said, running his hand through my light pink hair (kill this love era). "Mhm, see ya Namjoon". I broke the hug and walked inside.

My mum wasn't even home. It felt weird. The whole room seemed cold, ghost like. My breath hitched. I felt like I was being watched. I made my way to my room slowly, one step at a time. The door handle was cold, as if it hadn't ever been touched. When I walked inside I gasped.

"Holy fuck Jisoo you scared me"

She rolled her eyes.

"Kinda the point Rosie. Why else did I turn your heating off. It really adds to the ghost affect"

"Okay so your a psycho"

"And your doing phycology so you should know that I'm just weird"

"Or an emotionless crackhead"

"Hey I laugh and smile"

"At dead people"

"THAT WAS ONE TIME"

I laughed at her, Jisoo has been my friend since birth but she's the total opposite of me. She studies music and isn't going to college. She died her hair bright pink. Like hot pink. It suits her but it was a strange choice. She only ever wears black and she writes about roses. Some say she has a weird crush on me but I say she's just poetic. She's currently wearing a long sleeve black crop top, a black choker that looks as if it hopped right out of some gothic novel and black ripped jeans.

"I'm going to turn my heating on, since someone turned it off"

She again rolled her eyes as I left to find the boiler room. Luckily it wasn't too far, just at the end of the hall but it still felt odd. I opened the door.

The room was black, no lightning needed for the room.

I turned the flashlight on my phone on.

I turned on the boiler

Click.

I sighed, nothing happened. It was all fine.

I turned around and there stood...

Me?

But my hair was in a ponytail.

I was wearing all black and knee high heels, like an assassin you see on tv.
I blinked and she was gone.
Confused, I walked back to my room.

Jisoo was rolling a joint. She pulled her lighter out her pocket. It was blue with little stars on it.
"Weed? Without me?!"
"Rosie you don't smoke"
"Yeah I don't"
I couldn't do it, knowing it could screw up my life. Jisoo always seems happier while she's high though, so I let her smoke and stay the night and deal with her hangover, and she deals with me at the occasional party. It's kinda our pact.

"What if we're not real?"

Little did I know how important that question would become very very soon