He's real, right? Of course he is real!
My meds were working! I looked at the geeky boy in front of me, I blush, knowing that this time, he was an actual person. "Here, I brought you some flowers." His smile was warm and safe, something that I had hardly ever felt after the incident. "Roses?" I smile lightly at the tall blonde boy. "Well, I didn't know what else I could have gotten you. " He scratches the back of his neck, blushing. "...just don't let them die." He finishes the sentence, then that's when the word vibrated in my head. What was going on? I felt numb, my limbs tingling. Then, that's when I heard the heart monitor, and seen the bright lights. I look over to the left, seeing a vase of dead, wilting roses.
"We're losing her!"
✖️trigger warnings✖️
❌death involved❌
Project A: Dead Roses - catears5sos
some story i wrote after a bad thing happened which had completely shifted my feelings, happiness, the way i think, and other things. this story is fictional, but my these things inspired me to write this story. hope you enjoy it.
𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐗 𝐉𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐧.
In a world that screams, I stand in despair,
My voice drowned out, lost in the air.
Chains of tradition tighten each day,
I long to escape, but I'm forced to stay.
Each breath I take feels heavy and torn,
Every mistake a scar I've worn.
I crave a sky where I can be free,
Away from the walls that imprison me.
For now, I sit with my heart in pain,
Silent, yet screaming, again and again.
Though shattered, a spark in me still survives,
Dreaming of freedom where my soul can rise.