mr. rose, associated more informally as levi, pounded on the door so cacophonously it imitated a horologe driving in and out of my ears, providing a headache by the time i rose awake.
"mr. florist! mr. florist, please!"
mr. florist?
i didn't believe i would hear that title again. i merely assumed that after i showed him my name, and he expressed it, that it would remain as that forever.
but, who was i to deceive? after all, i am just a measly little florist.
i hadn't realized that i locked the door.
i jumped from the chair, walked to the entrance, and shouldered it open. he burst in and practically jostled me back into the seat.
"damn, you're even paler. i didn't even know that was possible. are you okay?"
i looked at him and pointed to the ratty notebook on the counter, the hardcover outweighing the wrinkled paper below.
he fished in his rear pocket and drew out a pen. the tusche was nearing its end, but i didn't object.
do you love me, levi?
"do i love you? well, uh, i... i don't know. maybe."
i permitted my head to fall back and hit the drywall.
you're lying. i can feel it.
he stared, tilting his head a bit. he went to connect our hands, but i pushed mine away; i declared to nevermore tear his beautiful porcelain skin for the surviving remainders of my life.
if you really did love me, then these thorns would be mere hairs.
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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...
