the tender excitement i've continued gaining transpires more frequently, from each moment i viewed him to each moment he gazed at me or inadvertently touched me. it's scary.
and when i dreamt, i envisaged him. he was a daffodil, no, he was an extrinsic dahlia that demanded devotion and diligence.
i didn't own any dahlias.
"a dozen roses, please?" the man asked. i cliasped my thoughts shut to go hasten and get his roses.
i neglected to welcome him. i've wasted more communication because i was too occupied agonizing about my own sentiments. foolish.
"here, mr. rose. enjoy your cane fighting." i said, chuckling at my own anecdote. he laughed as well.
"will do," he answered as he gave me the money and disappeared.
mr. rose was a lilac. attractive and exorbitant, but wilts and deteriorates swifter than you can even utter to them.
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roses. | eren x levi
Fanfictionmr. rose doesn't love eren. mr. rose just loves eren's roses. ❀❀❀ eren's life as a florist has been nothing but uneventful, and he likes it that way. ever since he disconnected himself from the only people in the world he knew, the only interaction...
