why was i so senseless?
so strong to conclude that mr. rose was irreproachable, trusting, even. this was my mistake. i should've never placed such support into someone i barely associated with.
the roses were wise!
they were wise for coiling inside my lungs too. it stirred me awake from the delusion that mr. rose was enough for my resolute, unrecompensed passion.
mr. rose wasn't meritorious of anything of mine! my heart, my desire, not even my roses. he didn't earn to wander in my shop each day displaying that dull simper of his. he didn't earn the right to be the brightest thing in my life, brighter than the sun that feeds his roses.
was he pleased that he was preparing to split me down upon the cracked foundation i balance myself on now? is he satisfied that he precisely demolished my soul?
the roses recognized this was to pass. that's why they dressed my deathbed before i was to know. i would drop for mr. rose so exceedingly strong, and though i was awakened from my fantasy, it was apparent that mr. rose despised me.
mr. rose is a corrupted, egotistic, devil from inferno itself. his sole objective was to raise you up and then thrust you downward!
he didn't deserve her devotion. he didn't deserve my admiration. he didn't deserve anyone's trust. if anything went awry, mr. rose would be faster to replace his opinion of you than a sunflower to grow.
and yet, the most heart-breaking part of it all was when he unveiled his opinion of me.
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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...
