I wrote this...because this is an amazing pairing? Yes, it is. (Kinda fandom-blind to this pairing, so not sure how I did. :\) Please review!
The roses are bleeding,
Tears are falling.
No one hears the cries
and no one hears the pain.
He doesn't know what to do anymore.
It's like everything has stopped, the world has stopped, everything is a dark grey, and nothing seems to make it color again.
Like it used to. Before. When he met someone that actually saw him, more than he ever saw himself.
And he can see her, just a whisper away, hidden away in the bushes.
He wants to be there for her, to hold her hand, to kiss her, and to tell her that everything is fine, everything will be okay.
There is nothing there to hold on to. Right now the only thing that needs reasurances; is him.
Because he doesn't see how the world can be this dark.
oOo
He remembers their first date.
They held hands, while just talking about nothing in particular, they were just talking- well, she was talking, he was staring- while they strolled into the park.
Briar had laughed at him, "What are you staring at?"
He smiled, "Can't I stare at a beautiful lady?"
She didn't reply, just blushed and dropped her head, trying in vain to hide her smile.
It was small and he almost tugged on her arm to tell her not to hide it, because she had a beautiful smile.
But, he didn't.
As he leaned down to kiss her, he vowed that no matter what would happen, he would never let that smile disappear.
oOo
It's small, not magical, just a normal ring.
But, he is going to give to someone who isn't normal, someone who is magical and that someone is more special than anything he has ever had a chance to ever touch, to hold in his entire life.
He holds the ring tightly, runs his hand across the small diamond. There are too many thoughts running in his head, so many doubts, of all the ideas of how everything could go wrong.
All he can hope for is that she will say yes.
oOo.
This is wrong.
This isn't right.
The world has darken, the roses are wilting, and nothing seems like it will be bright again.
There are vines, running up the gravestone, entertwining themselves in a mess of bright red and sharp stems.
He doesn't want to move them, because it is her, all those roses are her.
Beautiful. Red. Sharp.
Nothing is right, the roses are bleeding, tears are falling, and he stands there silently. The ring is gone. Buried underneath the dirt, fitted on the hand of the woman that he loved.
The woman who said yes.
...but he never heard it nor will he ever hear it.
At that moment, everything is covered in roses, but they all seem to crumble and wilt away.
For they know, that a special rose has fallen.