You'd think that after an innocent child gets stung by a rose, they would stay far away from it, and only admire it from afar. And most children do. They don't know how to handle the beautiful rose in their gentle hands. They don't know how to avoid the pain. So they just sit, and watch.
But some children are different. Some children don't know better, and welcomes the pain, because that's all they have to keep them alive. And they cling to that beautiful rose even though their hands bleed tears of agony. The thorns stick painfully to the skin. What their parents don't understand though, is that eventually they become numb to it.
A stranger would tell you It wasn't your fault that you got stung. A caring friend would tell you It's all your fault.
They'd let the truth sink in. They aren't just there to lie to your face. And they know you can't handle more lies. Because each lie just builds up a mask of cold stone, a mask so heavy that you'll eventually have to stare at the ground when you walk, completely unable to look up at the beautiful sky above them.
But It's their own fault, isn't it? They keep clinging to that beautiful rose even though they know it's painful. One would even say It's not worth it.
But they just don't understand, that the rose wither away with time. You don't have forever. And by looking up close, you'll notice things that no one else would ever notice from afar.
You can touch the silky petals, smell the sweet intoxicating scent, feel how the fragile the flower is in your cold hands. And you find out, that theres a reason the rose has thorns.
The rose is all dangerous on the outside, because if you come too close, you might destroy it. Yet it also yearns for somebody to come close. For someone to notice and appreciate them for who and what they are.
But the bleeding hands can't keep holding onto the flower. There is a breaking point, and you always knew there would be one. Just not when.
But despite the sorrow and agony within your heart, within your roughed up hands. You still smile, because you still saw the good in the situation. You witnessed something beautiful, something different from the completely ordinary life.
Shizu-chan is my rose.