Eyes Closed Rose Novels & Stories

She's nothing like the Rose who would run around and bother River so that he would accompany her to the garden or the Rose who was pestering Hades and me until we taught her how to shoot. The girl inside was removed and replaced by this icy adult. However, when we make eye contact, her eyes expand. She is completely silent now, and this is the only response I require. Rose's eyes have always had a mysterious quality. Not nearly blue, but close. They can become darker, like the sea amid a storm, or lighter, like a clear summer sky. Then there are situations like this where they find themselves in the middle and unsure whether to cause trouble or let things go.

“Numbers. Dates. Nothing I understood.” “Figures.” He sighed. “Come on, walk with me before you hyperventilate.” *** The corridor lights were dimmed for the night, throwing long shadows along tapestried walls. Alonso matched her steps; his shoulder brushed hers, deliberate. “You don’t strike me as the timid type,” he said. “Because I didn’t faint?” “Because your eyes are on fire.” She blinked. “Allergies.” He chuckled, genuine, warm enough to thaw the winter in her bones. Dangerous warmth.

"She deserved it! She was so terrified with the rabid dogs barking all around her, even sending a voice message where she was crying so pathetically!" Hearing that, my departed soul turned away, smiling miserably. He was the one who had said he loved me, promising to protect me for the rest of my life and vowing that no one would get to lay a finger on me. He had smiled at me so lovingly when he passed me the black rose seeds. "It is believed that black roses embody a deep and timeless love, just like the love I share with you." Yet, he had a change of heart and loved Lara instead, believing her one-sided claims that I had led a workplace ostracising campaign against her.

It just took everything that happened to get here and I would not change a single thing because every single thing led to this room, this man, this daughter, this life. Eyes open. Always, always, eyes open. Clara breathes. Rhys holds my hand. We smile.

Probably, it might be the beauty of that rose and its colour which captivated her. Closing her eyes, she inhaled the soothing fragrance of that rose which made her lips automatically twitch into a tender smile. It smelt even more beautiful. After satisfyingly filling her lungs with the aroma of that rose, Aereza opened her eyes slowly but as soon as she unlatched her lashes, her smile completely faded by finding that person in front of her.

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. ✾ “Your arm?” I blink reluctantly at the woman in front of me. Biting my bottom lip, I slowly raise my hand and show her my wrist. She grabs onto it, pulling it towards her. She smiles at me, or I think she does, the only part of her that I could see either way was her lips, the bottom part of her nose, and everything below her ankles. Then she pulls a small sharp pen from her pocket, stabs it on my wrist, making me flinch. The pen starts turning red, and just like that she had taken some of my blood.

It moved farther and farther from the cemetery on the hillside, and farther away from all the love and hatred buried beneath Sicily's soil. Daisy leaned against Caleb's shoulder and looked out the window. The hillsides were covered in blooming irises. The warm breeze never felt better. Her new life had only just begun.

She does not know that someone stood in this room, in the dark, watching her sleep. The window is open. The cold air rushes in. The curtains billow like ghosts. The fire escape is empty. The metal stairs are wet. The light from the street is dim. The rain has stopped. The night is quiet. But on the floor, a single white rose. The petals are perfect. The stem is fresh. Tied with a black ribbon. The ribbon is loose. Nathaniel closes the window. He locks it. He checks the latch. He turns to me.

Rose grabbed the iron rim of the ship's deck and closed her eyes. "I would dream of being the girl you say you are, falling in love, loving, and being loved." Rose smiled widely with all the images flashing through her mind. "However, as soon as I open my eyes, reality will return with you by my side," she whispered wearily. Rose was silent for a moment allowing herself to receive the sun's warmth that splashed on her face. The orange color makes Rose's beauty shine so perfectly, as perfect as the beauty of the sunset in the middle of the ocean.

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