Roses

There once was a boy who loved gardening. He would plant many different things, however his favourite thing to plant was gorgeous flowers. Tulips, sunflowers, roses and many more.
While walking down to the store to grab more seeds, he came across a stunning girl who was unlike any other; she had long maroon hair and brown eyes that could just light up the night.
The boy was overwhelmed with emotions, he got the courage to speak to her and ask her name. "I only desire roses. You're not my type" the girl replied. He was shattered. "I own a whole garden filled with many different flowers such as roses! I can give you all the roses you want!" He replied with speed. The girl stared into the boys blue eyes. She could tell that he was trying so hard to impress her. She pitted him, thinking he wasn't good enough for her. "Fine then, give me as many roses as you can, they must be bright red and fresh. I will be waiting right at this spot tomorrow. Don't let me down" the boy suddenly filled with joy and excitement. "Yes, yes! I'll be here tomorrow! You can count on me!"
That night he never got sleep. He stayed in his garden planting the most beautiful roses anyone has ever seen just for this girl, he even had to dig out a few flowers of his own because there just wasn't enough room for the roses.
The very next day he was waiting at the same spot they promised to meet, he was covered in scratches from the 40 roses he planted but it didn't matter because he did exactly as she asked.
An hour goes by. No one showed up. He continued to wait... and wait... and wait... until he sees the same beautiful maroon hair with another man next to her. The man had a whole bag filled with roses, probably over 100 roses. They don't even look fresh, in fact the man had no scratches or cuts anywhere on his skin. The boy was heart broken, he felt as though he should try harder. "Oh! So you did show up after all.." she said as she glanced over to his direction, she walked up and investigated the roses. "Is that it?" She replied cold-heartedly, "You're absolutely ridiculous, I don't understand why I even wasted my time on a pitiful boy like you, him over there was able to get me at least 6x the amount of roses you got me!" He looked at her with swelled up eyes. His eyes were ready to explode with tears. "I-I'm sorry! I'll try harder! I won't let you down! Please give me another chance!" He blurred out, he really wanted this girl. "Alright fine, you get ONE more chance. Give me at least 600 roses. I will meet you right here tomorrow. Don't let me down again." She said in a firm tone.
That same day he dug the whole of his garden, all the fresh fruit and vegetables he worked hard on, all the gorgeous flowers with their own unique looks and colours. The only thing he planted was roses. His garden was no longer green but bright red almost as if he painted over the whole garden, however it wasn't the only thing covered in red. He was covered in many scars and cuts because of the thorns  that the roses created. He didn't care about the pain that filled the whole body from head to toe.
The next day was the same. However he wasn't. The boy planted at least 1000 roses. He waited for this girl to show up, however as he glanced over to the opposite direction he saw her... with the same man... with now 10 bags filled with beautiful yet bitter roses. He had no scars whatsoever compared to the boy. She then sees him, "oh, you showed up.. again" she yet again walks up to investigate the roses. "I planted more than 600 roses just for you! I hope you can accept them! They're fresh!" The boy replied with relief. She glares at him in disgust, "you're fucking useless, he over there has got me thousands upon thousands of roses, not to mention you look a fucking mess with all of those cuts on you." His heart stopped beating. He felt like his heart has been ripped completely apart. "But.. I tried my best! I made each and every one of these roses from scratch just for you!" He cried, however the girl wasn't interested. She grabs the fresh roses and stabs them into his chest. Now his heart is physically broken with pain...