i had fastened myself to this outcome. there was no additional decision.
how could i grow so feeble-minded? so droll and convinced of myself.
i have barely a few moons until my destruction. this was solely my responsibility. if i had accepted the operation when dr. lambert had first proposed it...
feasibly, i would survive. i would live my life as a boring florist, who only dreamed of the sunflowers and lilies, and would never love a rose more than i loved a lily.
now it is too overdue for me.
mr. rose will wed his empyreal darling, and i will disintegrate and decompose.
that is what i earn. for my asinine performances, i should mold and spoil, and mr. rose should experience his living joyfully, unconditionally oblivious to the passing of a florist.
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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...
