Do you remember the times when we were happy?

I could kill to bring you back.

Well, actually, that's what I'm doing. Can you feel it? Those gems had hopes and aspirations for their own selves, from Diamond and even the puniest Pearl. And I stole them. Perhaps, living with no hope, no dream, is no different than being shattered, your shards left on the ground, your memory mourned not.

But I don't care.

My conscience has less morality than I do. In fact, my instinct is telling me to 'shatter' them. There's really only a single reason as to why I do it. Not for my own sake, but for yours.

Ah yes.

Rose Quartz.

Even in a permanent veil of sleep, your figure glows softly under Earth's moonlight. I may not like the planet much, but even a dreck planet like this can look beautiful if you're here. Mm, I can hear something. Worry not, Rose, my love, I shall fend off the attacker. I may have done immoral things, but I will at least protect you from those who believe in a "justice" system like that.

Their movements are sloppy. The gem had been too loud. It cost them their dreams. A simple thrust and the gem itself falls to the ground. I pick it up, and I smile delicately at it. Before the gem can regenerate, I'll gently talk their sense out of them. The gem will trust me, and that's where I shatter it. It's a very amazing process, Rose. If you were awake, perhaps I could teach the technique to you one day.

I pull their dream out of their gem, the form of a rose. Perhaps a dream's form is different for every gem who can see it. A rose. Perhaps it's destiny, destiny that we will be together. You may hate me, but if I can talk sense out of gems, perhaps I can talk sense out of yours. You'll trust me. You'll love me. We'll be together, finally. Can you see it? A whimsical grin. I'm excited, and speaking of which... This is the ninth-hundred dream I've collected, exactly. Isn't it amazing? Ah... Rose, my love... I hope you see you one day. Can you feel the kisses trailing down your arm? My lips softly tracing the form of your neck? You're beautiful, my love.

One thousand dreams.

One thousand roses, before I'll have the most beauitful Rose of all.

I gently lay the rose down on the bed of roses, the very same bed that you lay on. It's quite magnificent, is it not? Ah, how I'd love to dance with you on a night like this. I want to hear your singing. I want you to serenade me with those sweet tones.

Ah.

It seems as if the gem I had just stolen from had an accomplice. They're rather loud, they'll disturb your beauty sleep.

And so, I shall kill them, for you.

Ninety-nine roses left.

[Author's Notes]

this has been sitting in my drafts for like 1000000 years so i just,, , idk man im tryign to clear them out.