The Withering
Description
Yixing loves roses. They are his only connection to his one, true love. He leaves her roses, here and there, to express and proclaim his undying love. That is, until he begins to send different roses—black, withered ones.
Foreword
He saw her.
A delicate red rose.
Just waiting to be plucked.
But he was one to admire from afar.
Alas, that was only until someone came and plucked his rose.
His black rose.
Roses were his language of love. Until the red roses became black.
excerpt ;
They were the beautiful, the roses. He the soft velvet of the petals, running his fingers over them again and again. The rich red hue of the roses made him think of many things. The red roses made him think of blood. "Nevermore," he whispered, before plucking the scarlet rose and throwing it into the furnace.
a contest entry for k-music writing contest.
prompt : A Name I Once Loved
genre : psychological, angst
rating : pg-13
Because a love that is not realized, is still love.
And a dying love is still love.
credits:
poster : kimxbb@ fateful dreamer.
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