Time seem to go by slow as she watch the petals fall to the floor. Roses, red roses weren't they symbol of love and passion. How can such a symbol bring tears to her heart? Was there no end to her pain? No compassion for her, no sympathy. Why did the fates tempt her so? Why give her something so great and then take it away.
Love was something special. Love was an emotion that could never be compared to another emotion. A feeling it was supposed to be a happy feeling. Not an empty desperate feeling. She couldn't help but watch her tears fall to the floor in the same rhythm of the petals ironic wasn't it she was dying inside the same time the roses was. The first time she had ever seen his roses die. Ironic really they were dying just like her heart. Why? That's all she wanted to know. Did she not love enough, did she not give enough.
Maybe she wasn't strong enough. Maybe she wine too much. Maybe she was too sweet to everyone. Maybe she wasn't brave enough. Maybe she ate too much.
Just maybe she wasn't his perfect one.
Just maybe it was a lie; maybe they were not soul mates.
Just maybe he never loved her.
Just maybe the fates thought it was best to torture her with a slow death by her heart.
Just maybe she is being punish for her crimes in the past loving someone she wasn't supposed to.
Time slip by slower and slower, time seem to be stopping with every heart beat she felt. Was there anything left to live for? Wasn't this why she was reborn to be with the one she loved, why would the fates take it from her.
"I don't love you anymore"
How can that be? She stilled love him. Why couldn't she have to same pleasure as him to forget how to love to act like nothing wrong? To go on as their love never existed. To act like those two kingdoms' didn't die over it. To throw her away as she was garage was that how a real princess was supposed to be treated. Was that how true love supposed to be between soul mates? She felt like everything her mother ever told her about love was a lie. Those roses didn't symbol love they symbol pain. Those who dream of soul mates were fools. Love an emotion, no to her it was a method used by those of evil hearts to torture the pure souls of this world as they watched you die.
Time who knew it could stop when a heart beat did.