I had to plant the flower. I had to do it. As midnight rose i set out with the materials i needed to plant the flower. It was not too dark for me as the moon was bright enough for me to make out what i was doing.
I could feel the cold breeze and the sound of wolf's howl. As i was digging the dirt i saw a small silk cloth which i assume it was Rose's. A smile grew as i realised how much i love her. I stuffed the cloth to my pocket and continued to dig a hole again.
I knew that flower would bring a smile to her. Imagining how she would react i continued to do my work. After i was done i added some fresh dung for well, good luck i guess. I was happy with my work.
The next day i woke up quite early as i wanted to see the flower. As i stood by my window i was waiting for Rose to come, i could notice that the flower has started to grow.
As it was a flower never seen and as it contains the tears of fairies it was really special and it was no wonder that it sprouted quite fast. But to my dismat she did not come.
It has been weeks since i've seen Rose and that i could notice that the flower has started to grow old. I was really worried as i really wanted Rose to see the flower.
I stood by my window. Days and weeks have passed and there was no sign of Rose. I was filled with anger and i was beyond desperate to see her. I missed her. I was afraid that i wouldn't see her again.
I spent my entire days standing next to the window waiting for her. I've skipped meals and even stayed up nights too. I was hoping to see her. I was hoping to see her smile. It has been a whole month and there was still no sign of her.
I stood up from my chair impatiently. As i was filled with anger, i had to do what i feared. I put on my mask and covered myself with a new robe. At first i was scared but i had to know what happened to Rose. I rode my horse and i started to enter the city.
People were looking at me with curiousity and for the first time i had to ignore that. I walked passed several citizens and i came across a man who was selling flowers. As i knew that Rose used to sell flowers i approached the man. I was covered in sweat but i walked towards him slowly.
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The Truth Untold
Художественная прозаCoward! Worthless! *sigh* Love is nothing but a word with four letters. Meaningless. But what about Rose. I don't even know.💙