roses. | forty-six

267 33 1
                                    

there was a paleness about me i simply could not shake, like i was becoming a white lily. i pulled up my shirt to my neck, trying to hide the blatant fact that it looked like it would fit a sumo wrestler, compared to myself.

if only it weren't me! then i could wear my clothes correctly.

"thirteen roses, please." 

scampering to the back, i stared at the roses.

these roses wouldn't imply anything to me if i hadn't acquainted with mr. rose. they would be common, amorous, roses. expensive, though everyone loved them. 

grasping them, i walked back to mr. rose. 

"here you go. twenty dollars, mr. rose." 

the twenty drifted into my palm and mr. rose disappeared, dropping a corolla behind. or possibly it was from my lips.

there would be no perianths in my mouth if i hadn't relished mr. rose so greatly.

roses. | eren x leviWhere stories live. Discover now