Rose Red I'm standing here looking in the mirror
Saying damn to myself
I should have known the day would come
That she would find somebody else
And all the things I took her through
Shit, I shouldn't have lasted this long
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Her blue eyes fell upon the even shores of the lighthouse water, as the gentle breezes caressed her skin lightly. So many thoughts streamed through the woman's mind, as she sat against the clear beach, watching the tides of the ocean sway gently, back and fourth. A repeated motion, a motion in which she had long experienced, and prayed for herself not to yearn for more.
Her sights seemed so drifted, so shallow, as she sat opposing the cool air that surpassed her. With every thought, threatening her mind, as if she were bound for more hurt. She remembered everything that happened, as the hands of time moved along with her life. Every little detail, not to be erased. He had came to her, that night, calming her out of sleep, those long sleepless nights, that she hadn't at all needed.
His blue eyes met hers, in a solemn moment, as he handed her a tiny rose, his expression like always. The day had ended dreadfully, her heart was near broken. But that night, he had somehow appeared out of nowhere. Her savior...She had lived those moments, as if nothing had ever happened. Although, she hide the fact that Squall had Rinoa, and she was left there alone, without anyone. Not a soul, did she hide that from.
Everyone acted as though, nothing happened. But she longed to be loved, and that was what he had given her...
"Cheer up, eh?" the man uttered, as she took the rose into her hand. Her blue eyes stared at him, as he stood in front of her, his hands dove into the pockets of his long coat. "You shouldn't always put yourself down, every minute...." Her eyes fixed away, as she stared blankly downward at her lap.
"What color is a rose?" he questioned her, as his eyes fixed upon the young woman, who sat in front of him, on the bench. She quickly gazed up, confused at his question.
"What?" she uttered, oddly.
"Just answer the question...," the man replied, his blues fixed upon her, "What color is a rose?"
The blonde woman gazed down, as she studied the one she had retrieved from him. Her eyes turned to him, as she replied, simply, "It can be any color..." He smiled at her, as he slowly took a seat beside her.
"Now, that'll be where you're wrong...," he uttered, gazing up at the night sky, one arm resting on the bench. "A rose has it's thorns...and once those thorns finds a way to your heart....that feeling you have grows, it blooms into what you call love...To love someone, doesn't mean ya gotta be loved in return...It's just that feeling, of knowing that you do got that special feel for them...you get where I'm gettin' at?"
She stared up at him, his words were so deep, for a young man whom she thought wouldn't have ever said such things. He was getting somewhere, and she knew well, that, she didn't deny.
Those times that went by so simply, were endless. She found happiness in the man. He was a friend, whom she grew to care so much about. She didn't quite recall it as 'love.' But she felt it, every time that she was with him. Every moment that the two spent, was every thing she'd remember. She thought they had something together. But he let her down so. He was and had always been the type of guy she came to know him as. He wasn't committed to any girl whom he came upon.
He left her at that, not bothering to convince her a thing, when she found out for herself. He didn't care, not one bit. She hurt, although, she hid it away, so deeply. That the wound laid open, laid there, to be stepped on. Laid in the puddle of dirty water, the crimson colors fading away into the lifeless bond. So it was said that every rose had its thorns. But who'd have thought, that a person who said such things, never did take it into much consideration...
NOTE: hehe...yea, das a prologue okay! Still more to come if ya lyke..I'm still working on it. Hope ya can review for me...