Snowflakes and Roses 🥀

Snowflakes and Roses 🥀

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Fiction
Romance
A glimpse into the story : ------------------🥀------------------ I wore my robe and walked into the closet. He had laid out clothes for me, and on top of them was a white rose. I walked toward it and picked it up. The thorns were removed. This is so beautiful, I thought, as my heart melted at the sight. I had never gotten a flower before. Getting this one made me so happy. I loved roses. I kept looking at it, admiring it for a while, and then gently set it aside and got dressed. I picked the rose up again and brought it to my nose. I liked the smell of white roses. ------------------🥀------------------ "Why are you looking at me?" I asked, confused, tilting my head and furrowing my brows. "You're looking at the view you find beautiful," he said. I looked confused where he was going with this. "I'm looking at the view I find beautiful," he finished. His eyes looked so sincere. He looked so serious. I'm sure I turned tomato red. "Um... we should probably go to sleep now," I said awkwardly. ------------------🥀------------------
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I struggled and lashed out at him hoping to cause some, any damage at all that might allow me to escape, instead his grip tightened and a whimper escaped without my consent. His touch burned, or at least I imagined it burning, sizzling my skin until it was burnt to a crisp. He clawed down the back of my dress, shredding the lace fabric to bits as if it was paper, it floated to the ground like confetti, I looked at it in disgust, as if it was celebrating my exposure. The cold air of the store room nipped at my bare back, contrasting between the burning fire his touch inflicted. I felt sick. He was now shoving himself closer to me until it was impossible for me to move. I could hardly even breath. I was seeing red and I couldn't even do anything. I felt so helpless. Tears welled up in my eyes and they threatened to spill. I shut them tight wishing I had just stayed at home. Suddenly the pressure released. I could breath. Once again I was shocked and didn't know what was happening until I opened my eyes and saw the rogue getting up and looking to my right. I hadn't even noticed the large figure standing protectively next to me and so I was staggering away from him too. Power radiated from him making me feel safe and scared at the same time.

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