A Web of Roses

I had that dream again, my wrists and ankles trapped between the stems and thorns, my eyes slowly clad in the vibrant reds of blossoming roses, till naught but scarlet could be seen. Was this my fate? Forced to partake of your wicked tea party where my attendance was not a choice, and my breath was tinged with the haunting sting of Earl Grey...

And there, there in front of me, you were. Smiling so righteously, so purely, not aware of how much you hurt my delicate heart with that bright smile. A smile that should only be for me, I don't want to share it with anyone.

That's why it is only you and I at this table, Hinata, I've burned the invites, stricken the record, and removed the other seats. If one of them manages to come along, by some miracle, and finds this tea party, I shall inform them there is no room. In your heart...or mine...