roses. | eren x levi

roses. | fifty-six

what was formerly my enthusiasm, my future, now steered away from me. 

mr. rose had evaded my philosophies, adjusting everything to translate or equate to him.

it was like the beauty of a lily had been replaced to him, like the rarity of an orchid did not parallel to him.

there were hand-written scholarly expositions in my mind saturated with the preponderance of mr. rose, and the peculiarity of him, analyzed so closely that i remember the distinct time and display that he bumped his nose, or yawned, and even the instant he strolled into the shop.

"hello!" he chimed.

"hey, mr. rose."

i had already prepared the bouquet to give to him.

"do you think i should get her a fresh flower? wouldn't she feel some way if i treated her like i treated someone on the sidewalk?"

i coughed, a faint zephyr making my bones shiver. 

"well, i wouldn't know. from a florist's perspective, however, i'd like you to keep buying roses. they sell for quite a fortune!"

"do you have any other romantic flowers?" he asked.

"romantic flowers?"

i peered about, but nothing to me. they were all a blur of distinguishing colors, one as common as the other. 

none of them were as impressive as a red rose. 

my mind had forgotten of any other flower except the rose. it was like the roses had made themselves important.

"i only have the red rose."