i could not dismiss it anymore. mr. rose was my conclusion, my finish, and i would succumb to the hands of a gentleman.
would i be needed? would someone want me?
would he need me?
i gripped his rose to my heart. it was one of my stray roses, one of the many that i had fed and watered. it was my rose.
but he promised it to me.
i am nothingness. i am nobody but the defenseless and incompetent that he encounters on the street. that is why he returned a rose to me! i show nothing to him, but i look unpleasant, like the people he sees. he pitied me!
i am nothing extra of a dependent, desperate, florist. a florist with a deathless want to be with someone that does not even see 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...
