Novel & Cerita Rose Cry

He said and lifted my chin and opened my mouth. "It was the only way to subside my fever" I replied. The way that he looked at me was like questioning me if I really have a fever. "Didn't you know that once you drain your mana, you'll have hay fever, and the only way to subside the fever is to eat your own magic," I said while catching my breath and feel my fever that subsided? I sighed in relief when I felt that the load in my chest was slowly fading.

I stopped myself from going too far and quickly stuttered, “Can we just… get the certificates already?” He flashed me a casual smile, and I turned crimson all over again. I looked away before he could notice, my heart hammering in my chest. I began to wonder if I was the only one who still remembered that night. He didn’t mention It. His eyes were unreadable—calm, cold, and utterly impossible to read. I stepped forward, signed my name on the small red certificate, and swore my vows. Just like that, I became a married woman. Mrs. Rodriguez.

Like I had the power of life and death. The third one, however, I did not allow to burn entirely but only the edge of the petals. Half red and half black. Roses on fire. Suddenly, I let out a hysterical laugh until my cousin walked into the office, perhaps brought on by the smell or even my outbursts. “What the hell are you doing, Rick?” “Killing them!” I replied, keeping my fanatical grin on my face. “Killing roses…” he repeated as he approached. “You okay, bro?”

Rose insisted, looking at him, raising her eyes to meet his face. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 🐝+ve

I did not mind at all, but they had clearly triggered me. The production team officially announced the change. Lydia's fans went wild. [Look at how powerful our Lydia is. Her opportunities skyrocketed after the official announcement yesterday!] [Lydia is so beautiful. Rosie was completely out of match! She has nothing but some money from her family!] [Someone must be furious now!] My fans jumped into the fray, too. [What's wrong with Rosie? Does she have bad acting? She had plenty of great work throughout the years.] [Lydia wears a poker face all the time.]

But suddenly. “Mommy, Daddy.” A cry from a little girl echoes right in front of him and from the other end of the bridge. The night that is deep and quiet makes the crying echoes. The burning cars in front of them and the smell of intoxicating burns are raising. He stops crying, now pitying the little girl that just got his attention. He turns his gaze in front and saw the little one dressed in red, full of wounds, and crying hard. Her cheeks are red from crying and her nose seems to swell because of the same reason. The lights from the bridge made him see her clearly, or perhaps he is only seeing himself from her.

Nausea churned within and spots flashed in my vision. “Let her know you don’t really care,” she demanded as she yanked another handful of daisies. I held a hand up to her, trying and failing to shake my head as spots danced in my vision. I watched through bleary eyes as she moved to different plots: phlox, peonies, hydrangeas, and the bits of lavender sprinkled throughout each area. By the time she stopped, I was on all fours, a marred and trembling mess. I forced myself to meet her gaze and shook my head as she smiled cruelly and stopped at a low hanging branch of the cherry blossom tree.

I nod and reach for it, sniffling. "Thank you," *~*~*~* I can't stop knocking on the door until someone opens, I don't care who it is, I just jump into their arms and cry on their shoulder. The strong scent of cinnamon and citrus makes me cry even more yet feel somewhat at home, "What's wrong? Rosie?" He picks me up bridal style and I assume he's taking me to the living room, I don't even care where we are. My chest is painful, my nose is stuffed and burning along with my face. I can't stop the tears from flowing freely done my face, ruining my make-up and reminding me of what I witnessed.

She walked to her shelf and brought out a bottle of wine, she pour into two cups and with a friendly smile, she offered one to Rosie. "Care for a glass of Rosey?". Without saying anything, Rosie took the cup and placed it on a side table. She looked determined, she looked like the kind of person that doesn't easily get distracted even when Ryan began to undress. "Did she fall for it?". Her voice sounded boring. "That bitch is a pain in the ass, Rosie" Ryan groaned "I just want to make her feel endless pain". Rosie smiled, she took her glass of Rosey and walked towards the window, one arm behind her back right above her butt, the other was holding the cup close to her lips.