The Boy Made Out Of Roses

By The Tree

3rd person view
The cold autumn wind brushes against his hair as he holds a red rose in his hands. He doesn't shiver nor flinch at the gust of wind. He doesn't smile or feel. He's heartless. Cold and dead inside from the pain he has went through. He sits there and wonder "When will I feel again?"

He gets up and his way back as the clouds started to conglomerate and form. He leaves the rose behind. He sighs and starts to walk back to his house by the creek. The dead auburn leaves crunch beneath his feet and the faint sound of the flowing stream starts to become more audible. A shower starts falling down from the cold and dark clouds. "Great just what I fucking needed." He thought to himself as he pulled up the hood of his hoodie and started to run.

His house was now visible. This cannot be described fully as a house as it was adorned with shining gold and sparkling silver, an ancient but undeniably beautiful and stunning French Chateau Styled Mansion. Unlike his heart, gone and cold. "Welcome back young master." Jean, his personal butler called out as he entered the gates into the mansion.

Decorated fancifully with gardens of red, blue, lilac roses and tulips with masterful crafts of stone statues and a fountain in the middle the mansion is adorned with a lion proud and strong just like his father. "Is lunch ready?" He asked. "Yes master, today's course is an Appetizer of The Most Decadent Saumon Caviar, an Entree The Creamiest And Most Savory Foie Gras Crevettes and Dessert of a Sweet and Pump Apple Tarte Tatin.

He stepped into the mansion. Shining and Sparkling with diamonds on every corner of one's eye with chandeliers crafted out of crystal glass and rare gems such as blood red rubies and ocean blue aquamarine sapphires. He stepped into the dining room and thought "Another day of the same fucking expensive and repetitive food again." He quickly finished his meal in anticipation of going back to the old cedar wood tree he always were. The rain has stopped. "Just my luck." He thought.

"Have a safe journey young master." Jean said as he waved the young master goodbye leaving the gates of the mansion once again. *crunch* the sounds of the autumn leaves broke beneath his feet. As he approached the tree he noticed a strange sight.

A girl who looks to be about his age, with skin as pure as God's fleece itself, her hair flowed with the wind making an illusion as if it were pure water, she was wearing a red blouse. In her hands were the rose he left behind. He was shocked, flabbergasted at the sight of how beautiful the girl was, but a sharp tinge of pain stabbed his chest. He shouted out "Who are you?! I'm Alexandre Noir!" She quickly turned and instead of being mad she softly said with a voice as clear and alike the angels themselves "I'm Seviona, I was just admiring the rose that you seem to have left here Alexandre, I hope to make your acquaintance."
His heart started to ache with a weird and familiar sensation he has felt before.

The rose inside his heart is budding, he is the boy made of roses once dead now starting to bloom again.