Rose petals were strewn across the floor of the room. He was sitting in the middle of it all, frowning at a bouquet of what used to be flowers.
He had picked almost every single rose down to the bitter stem. Several fingers were bleeding, small drops of red dangling to the tips of the nails. He let out a sharp breath, wasted to silence.
Then pulled his attention to one final flower, still intact. Grasping the outer petal, he thought, I love her. He plucked it off. Next. I love her not. And on, and on, until that rose, too, was gone. He was left with several drying sticks of green, complete with painful thorns and drying leaves. The wrapping paper crinkled. Beside it, a card and a picture.
Several lovely...no, UGLY...no, LOVELY!...scratches were upon it. And the photo...? He sighed again, exasperated.
Aerrow walked in, then frowned. "Again?"
He nodded solemnly, gazing at the roses.
"She needs to let up on the affection."
Nod.
"Well?"
Shrug.
Aerrow chuckled. "Although, you gotta admit. You guys'd make a cute couple."
Radarr growled. Meanwhile, the photograph of a plump chicken fluttered about on the floor, next to broken stems and plucked off petals of a dozen roses, sent fresh from Terra Gale.
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A/N: Inspired by soldier4christ. By the way, I'm going to be tip-toeing across several other fandoms. Including Greek Mythology and Fairy Tales. So...check me out over there, if you want to. I'll be doing a retelling of Pygmalion and Galitea and maybe something else...Hmm...
OH! Another thing: I need more guinea pigs for this other story that will have...some...strange ideas and interesting plot lines. It's like...a story of...well. If you volunteer, you'll find out. Cackle.
One last thing: REVIEW. grrr.