project A: dead roses
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  • Parts 3
  • Time 7m
Ongoing, First published Jan 13, 2018
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.
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