the roses were ideal today. more dramatic than i had always noticed them.
i speculated it was due to the roses possessed significance to me, heavier than a cliched kitschy amorous rose, but my weakness, my purpose, my painting. a rose was my inclination, and it was my exclusive and ultimate end.
as i momentarily had the day wholly to myself, free from mr. rose and any other superficial concept of my mind, i did nothing but watch the roses. the cheerful, enchanting roses.
it was pleasant to imagine that these attractions were the entireties that would smother me lifeless. i would be a lovely rose bush, as pleasing as them. my departure would be artistic; exorbitant roses making me one of their own.
it was a bittersweet melodrama, an expressive doom. mr. rose would be my stunning defeat.
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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...
