roses. | eren x levi

roses. | eighteen

i rose more aggravated by the second. mr. rose solely spoke about that woman, nothing different. he hasn't even asked my surname!

"anyway, thirteen roses, please?"

"oh, uh, sure, mr. rose," i replied, pacing to go get his roses. i wish they're living. my roses appeared to be deteriorating lately.

choosing roses that seemed perfectly nice, i left to go sell them to mr. rose.

"here you go."

he gave me a twenty. "i told her about you. she said hi, and wanted me to thank you for bringing us together for the price of twenty dollars."

i giggled, seeking to appear favorable. "well, i didn't do it on purpose, that's for sure."

mr. rose smiled. "maybe so, but still, thank you. i've never met quite a girl like her."

i nodded as mr. rose left. the instant he was gone, i started sulking, trying my best not to weep.

my throat began seizing the best of me, and i began to cough.

i felt like i was suffocating. like i was smothered in a meadow of daisies.

i ceased coughing, and i glanced to the ground.

petals dropped to the ground from my lips as i stared down, littering the floor.

i was a decaying flower. an appalling, drooping, rotting flower.