E-mail: sailor_dafne@hotmail.com
Homepage: www.geocities.com/sailor_dafne
Rating: PG-13
By: Dafne
Disclaimer: Most of the characters used in this story do not
belong to me, they are copyright of Naoko Takeuchi and lots of
other important companies. I am not making any profit out of this,
so please don't sue me!!!
The idea of this fanfic came to me when we were reading some poems
at literature class. I sorta got *very* inspired and then couldn't
help but start writing. I have to warn you though that the whole
story is kinda depressing, so you might want to have a box of
kleenex nearby. It takes place during the time where Darien breaks
up with Serena (yes, another break - up story). Enjoy!
Rose's tears
Chapter 1: The last petal
Wednesday (6:30 PM)
I sit in front of my window staring at the sunset; it's actually
quite ironic that the sky seems so full of life while I'm trying
not to die from grief. The different shades of purple, pink,
yellow, and orange cast its light over my now tear stained face.
I gaze down at my hands where I'm holding the one thing I treasure
the most: your rose. I remember that when you gave it to me a
month ago you told me that it would never die, that it would last
forever, just as our love, but since you broke up with me it has
been losing its once sweet smell, its bright crimson color, and,
most of all, its unexplainable aura that seemed to entrance
whoever dared look at it even if it was for just a split second.
It hasn't been hard to notice that the supposedly immortal flower
withers more and more every time I cry, and since I have being
doing so quite frequently for nearly two weeks, it now looks old
and far from beautiful. I suddenly notice that since I haven't
been able to stop the flow of tears, the rose, having lost
everything else, has only been able to keep one petal from falling
down.
Once again, as I recall every cold word you told me on that
fateful day, feelings of sadness, loneliness, anger, betrayal, and
pain invade my soul. I tighten my grip on the rose's stem, making
its thorns slash through my delicate skin. I can feel a warm
liquid flowing all over my hands, but instead of trying to stop it
I simply grasp the flower even tighter.
The tiny wounds are now burning, but not nearly as much as my
heart. You've broken it into million pieces that can't be put
together again, and somehow I know this stab won't heal, it will
bleed until it drains every bit of energy I've got, little by
little, to the point where I can't bear it anymore and life
escapes from my grasp.
The vital fluid of life keeps gushing out of my body and I feel
myself weaken. As I stare at the fallen blood - covered petals,
dizziness overcomes me. I fell limply to the ground and the last
thing I see before darkness envelops me is the remaining petal
drop to my carpet...
To be continued...
Last revised: Monday July 2nd, 2001. 4:19 PM
Homepage: www.geocities.com/sailor_dafne
Rating: PG-13
By: Dafne
Disclaimer: Most of the characters used in this story do not
belong to me, they are copyright of Naoko Takeuchi and lots of
other important companies. I am not making any profit out of this,
so please don't sue me!!!
The idea of this fanfic came to me when we were reading some poems
at literature class. I sorta got *very* inspired and then couldn't
help but start writing. I have to warn you though that the whole
story is kinda depressing, so you might want to have a box of
kleenex nearby. It takes place during the time where Darien breaks
up with Serena (yes, another break - up story). Enjoy!
Rose's tears
Chapter 1: The last petal
Wednesday (6:30 PM)
I sit in front of my window staring at the sunset; it's actually
quite ironic that the sky seems so full of life while I'm trying
not to die from grief. The different shades of purple, pink,
yellow, and orange cast its light over my now tear stained face.
I gaze down at my hands where I'm holding the one thing I treasure
the most: your rose. I remember that when you gave it to me a
month ago you told me that it would never die, that it would last
forever, just as our love, but since you broke up with me it has
been losing its once sweet smell, its bright crimson color, and,
most of all, its unexplainable aura that seemed to entrance
whoever dared look at it even if it was for just a split second.
It hasn't been hard to notice that the supposedly immortal flower
withers more and more every time I cry, and since I have being
doing so quite frequently for nearly two weeks, it now looks old
and far from beautiful. I suddenly notice that since I haven't
been able to stop the flow of tears, the rose, having lost
everything else, has only been able to keep one petal from falling
down.
Once again, as I recall every cold word you told me on that
fateful day, feelings of sadness, loneliness, anger, betrayal, and
pain invade my soul. I tighten my grip on the rose's stem, making
its thorns slash through my delicate skin. I can feel a warm
liquid flowing all over my hands, but instead of trying to stop it
I simply grasp the flower even tighter.
The tiny wounds are now burning, but not nearly as much as my
heart. You've broken it into million pieces that can't be put
together again, and somehow I know this stab won't heal, it will
bleed until it drains every bit of energy I've got, little by
little, to the point where I can't bear it anymore and life
escapes from my grasp.
The vital fluid of life keeps gushing out of my body and I feel
myself weaken. As I stare at the fallen blood - covered petals,
dizziness overcomes me. I fell limply to the ground and the last
thing I see before darkness envelops me is the remaining petal
drop to my carpet...
To be continued...
Last revised: Monday July 2nd, 2001. 4:19 PM