Novel & Cerita Withering Roses

Red, purple, blue - every colored rose except black, but the saddest part was black would have been the most fitting. Sniffles and tears of pale bodies covered in black overwhelmed me with sadness. Bony branches of dead winter trees served as umbrellas to our snow covered heads. The winters wind blew, chilling my bones. You could see other head stones in the distance, representing other people's sniffles and tears.

My steps lead me outside, into Elena’s garden. I shiver from the cold once I open the glass door. But all the cold is forgotten the instant I notices the state of her garden. All the roses that once bloomed in rich colors, now hang wilted, with petals shriveled and brittle stems. A pang of sadness grips me. It feels symbolic, somehow, this garden is fading as quickly as its owner’s strength I crouch near one of the bushes and brush my fingers over a dead bloom. Maybe some of them can still be salvaged if trimmed, watered and cared for. But most are too far gone.

I give them to her. "I love roses but the fact you brought the red ones scores you another point in my book." she smells them. "Good to know that." I grin. "But you know you needn't have brought them anyway." she stares. "I wanted to." I reply. I was passing this flower shop when I saw these good looking roses. My mind immediately went to Della and I knew I had to get her a bouquet. "Okay. A minute, I need to put these in a vase." I wait for her from outside before she returns all set. We get inside the car and I fire the engine to the busy street.

Ten days before the wedding, my fiancée spent over a hundred million to buy Marcus Collins a luxury yacht. So, I silently threw away the matching rings I had once planned to give her. Seven days before the wedding, she spent 50 million dollars to celebrate Marcus' birthday. Thus, I set fire to the photo album that held every memory of our past. Three days before the wedding, she wore the ring I had used to propose, and she kissed him deeply by the sea. Today, I finally chose to step aside. I notified our families and friends that the wedding was canceled, and I personally returned the engagement tokens to the Yardley family. Lowering my head, I said softly, "Mr. and Mrs. Yardley…I've al

A drop of tear landed on the back of my hand. I ignored it and made a rose appear out of thin air just like a magician. "When we first started dating, you were nothing but a bouncer. The owner's enemies came looking for trouble. On Valentin's Day, you were severely injured and covered in blood. I was worried sick. I cried helplessly as I looked at your wounds. But what did you do? You pulled out a rose that you had been hiding, and it was covered in blood." Thomas chuckled as he took the rose from me.

My shaking arm pushed forward, fingertips edging out, reaching, pulling at nothing. Fingers grazed the wet, soft flower surface. The thing within was grabbed fast, then came the loud snap of the window closing - my pulse racing hard. A cold weight sat in my hand - just one rose, long past bloom. Broken off too low, the stalk showed raw fibers where it split. Edges of each petal had darkened, folding inward like shriveled legs of an insect left too long in sun. The smell hit slow: rot first, then underneath, that sharp tang of citrus someone used to wear.

I immediately got a hold of myself. ‘Did he see my body? Oh mg gosh! I would have come back inside when I was stop and I could turn my gaze to the ground. My two eyebrows met immediately and I looked behind me. I was immediately depressed when my two eyes saw how withered the flowers here were. I step forward to see more. "What happened here?" I asked myself knowing no one would answer. The roses should be as red as a person's blood, as the color of a still-rotten vegetable in the market. The trees around the mansion are also withered.

Sean said before he made a rose appear seemingly from thin air, “A beautiful rose for the even more beautiful Claudia.” At those words Claudia’s expression darkened and she stood up causing her black gown to swirl around her matching the stormy look in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” he said while wondering why Claudia wasn’t teasing him about being corny like she normally would. At that Claudia looked at him and took the rose from his hand but said as she pricked her finger with a thorn, “Yes, a rose is beautiful, but it is dangerous due to its thorns. Like the rose, I may be beautiful, but I am a predator of the night. A monster wrapped in a pretty skin.” As she finish

Miren's body was suddenly surrounded by a regal purple radiance, and at the same moment, her exquisite lips parted to reveal her exquisite voice. "When suffering enters your life, black roses bloom in your heart, and the fire of anguish burns there in the still of the night. Do you feel like your heart is beating less and less with each passing hour and minute, my friend? Why are the black rose petals fluttering in the breeze, and why are the black field petals tenaciously clinging onto the dew drops? Why do black roses bloom, why do black roses wither, when it all comes down to it? Your thoughts are like a garden of thorny black roses. You don't need to worry about the discomfort because yo

I wiped my face with the back of my hand and took a deep breath, trying to summon the strength to keep going. Because that’s all I could do. Keep going. Even if it felt like I was walking through a storm with no end in sight. Even if the past kept pulling me back, threatening to drag me under. I would keep going. One step at a time. Night fell like a heavy curtain, draping the world in shadows and silence. I had spent the entire day on the veranda, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts that refused to settle. The cool evening breeze brushed against my skin, carrying with it the faint scent of roses—roses that had once been a symbol of beauty but now looked as ragged and neglected as I felt. Their