Red rose - is that it?

chosen by humans as a symbol of bright and hot love

Is it true that love will be beautiful?

If you have to exchange it for blood from the sharp thorns on the rose's stem

Inspired by Nong Ha-ee's song.

I really like the content. So I took it and turned it into a short story that was really painful.

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by : Alone Princess//COOL09N

Twitter: @_COOL09N

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THEME CREDIT

THE★ FARRY

- Rose -

Flowers – are the most beautiful part of any plant. It is intended to lure insects and mites. They are carriers for reproduction. Sometimes flowers arise for Causing havoc to the insects that pass by, sometimes causing the insects to be dangerous to the point of death...

Is it the fragrance, or is it the color, that has the power to attract so many bumblebees to sniff those flowers? Or because of the drops of fragrant nectar contained within the flower...

Red roses - that's what humans choose as a symbol of bright and hot love. Is it true that love will be beautiful? If you have to exchange it for blood from the sharp thorns on the rose's stem

Because of the curse of heaven A young girl who was supposed to be an angel fell to earth. The face was beautiful, but the eyes were filled with sadness. Dark eyes watched the sky painfully. What did I do wrong? Why must I live a life of suffering? These flowers don't make me smile. The enticing scent and bright colors did not make her happy in the slightest.

“Live a life of suffering in the human world. These delicate flowers will be like your soul. May you suffer the pain of the thorns that aim to pierce your heart. If there is any love May there be only pain until the end. May it happen.”

“This house is so messy. It's full of vines.” A loud voice came from in front of the girl's shelter.

"Is it an abandoned house? It's scary." Another voice sounded. After that, the sound of rapid footsteps slowly faded away.

This flower is a part of her. If you're far away from it She would not be able to breathe, would be uncomfortable, would die. She had tried many things to stop this suffering. Tried to destroy the rose in that pot. But I can't do anything about it. Try to let the flower die slowly. Refusal to water and fertilize

But the rose stem still stands. Even though the flowers are dry and crisp and the leaves are burnt brown.

The boring life continues. Until the young woman thought of wanting to do something. The flower shop is a good choice for her. To be with flowers all the time and the boredom would be less

“Since when was there a flower shop here?” People became interested and bought flowers for their special occasions. Happiness is sent to everyone who comes to this flower shop. As for the person who delivered happiness, her heart was in anguish, tears flowing, but the smiles of the customers who came in helped heal the wound in her heart.

“I want the red rose that is in the pot in the corner of the room, can I have it?” a deep voice called out.

“No, it can't be sold,” the shop owner replied.

“It's a shame. It would be suitable for my art.”

“It is already dead. It's not suitable for your job.” The woman hurriedly refuted.

“It still looks powerful. It's like it's trying to live. It represents difficult love. But there is still hope.”

“Why do you think that?” The woman approached.

“Rose, isn't it a beautiful symbol of love?”

“Maybe, not all.”

"Why"

“The rose has sharp thorns that try to cause pain to those who touch it,” the woman said.

“But that beautiful rose It is worth the risk of getting hurt.”

The young man's answer made the woman think again and again. Isn't that man afraid? Love is so scary to her, that rose can take your breath away at any moment.

“If there is any love May there be only pain until the end. May it happen.”

“Can I please have some space in your shop for drawing? Shop owner.” A young man walked in with a canvas easel.

“What are you coming in to do?”

“How about drawing a picture? Because you wouldn't sell me that pot of rose. So I had to come in and paint here myself.” The sound of the easel hitting the ground sounded in front of the dry rose pot.

The sound of a wet brush rubbing against canvas. Tall figure sitting in a chair Drawing paint happily with a brush His smile was gentle. It is a beautiful picture that cannot be compared with anything.

“What flower do you like the most?” a deep voice said.

“…” The girl didn't answer.

“Don't you like these flowers?”

“No…I don't like it.”

“Oh, so how did you come to open this flower shop? Since you don't like it?” the young man asked.

“It is necessary. You don't know,” the woman denied.

“Are these flowers hurting you?” the tall man asked jokingly.

“…Yes…” A soft voice came out in response to that question. It made the inside of the flower shop quiet. The young man turned and looked at the young woman who was bent over arranging flowers in wonder.

“Shouldn't we go out together sometime?” the young man suggested after going in and out of the flower shop regularly. Familiar with the young woman who owns the shop

“Where are you going on a trip?” the woman asked.

“Amusement parks, coffee shops, anywhere.”

“Then why are you going out?” The young woman was still bent over trimming the flower stems.

“Don't you know the word 'date'? I'm asking you out on a date.” The young man approached.

“Yes, I don't know that.”

“A date is…a woman and a man going out together. How about spending time together?" The tall man tried to explain.

“Let's go, please.”

“Um, okay.”

What the girl thought in her heart Just hang out with him. which were just close male friends

What the young man thought in his heart He wanted to be closer to her. I want to be closer to her than this. I want you to know that he How do you feel about her?

“Live a life of suffering in the human world. These delicate flowers will be like your soul.”

“Peek, peek,” a young man walked into the shop with a cough.

“What's going on?” the girl asked with concern.

"do not know It must be just a common cold.” After that, the coughing and sneezing continued until he had to leave to go home. and disappeared for three days He returned again with a skinny body and a cloth covering his nose.

"What's wrong with you? You don't look good on your face." The woman walked over and asked, handing him a glass of clean water.

“I went to the doctor and he said I had allergies… I'm allergic to flowers." The young man smiled at the small figure.

“Allergic to flowers? You probably won't be able to come to me often.” The woman said in a sad tone.

“No, I'll try to find you. Because I…”

“I like you.” What the young man said made the young woman stop. The left side of her chest started to hurt a little. The curse has begun. The dried rose petals in the pot began to fall.

“No, you can go back,” the woman said.

“Why?” the young man begged in his heart. Don't let her push him away.

“Aren't you afraid, Love?” the woman said. While turning to look at the rose in the pot in the corner of the room

“Love is a beautiful thing.”

“No,” the woman cut in. “It's dangerous and painful.”

“Why are you so pessimistic about love?”

“It's because you're like this!” The woman's voice started to grow louder.

“How is that possible? You…” He couldn't finish speaking…

“I'm cursed. I'm not like you.” She turned to look at the young man. Her dark eyes turned crimson like the rose petals that had fallen on the ground.

“Go away, go far away and forget everything.”

“Why? I can't forget it. I don't care what kind of curse it is! Just, just, just!” the young man shouted. He ran over and hugged the small trembling body.

“Get out!” The woman screamed, trying to shake off the tall figure holding her. Before bad things happen

"I don't want to hurt you," her voice was low. Before the rose thorns grew and entangled the girl Dark red blood dripped down. The girl's tears flowed. The tip of the sharp thorn pierced the tall figure's body.

“Are you… are you okay…?” Deep voice tried to sound worried.

“Get away, get away,” the woman stifled a sob.

“No, I will help you. Just tell me how to break the curse, I will do it myself.” The injured young man willingly offered his hand to help.

“You must not love me, you must forget me,” the woman's voice trailed off.

"No, I can't forget you." The young man shook his head in denial with tears streaming down his face.

"Don't hurt yourself. Forget me. It hurts, you know." The little girl sobbed. Her arm was stabbed by thorns and the blood wouldn't stop flowing.

“You are the one who is in pain,” the tall man said, but the thorns stabbed deeper into his body.

“This is a rose. Is it because of that potted rose?” the young man shouted.

“No, don't touch it.” But slowly, the young man used his strength to push himself away from the thorns. Walk straight to the rose pot. before hearing the sound of tiles hitting the floor A dry rose in the young man's hand Before it was shattered inside a big hand The spikes gradually disappeared. The girl's small body hit the ground covered in blood.

“Is something wrong?” The man rushed towards the trembling figure.

“You managed to do it. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time, you know that?” Her eyes returned to their dark color. Try to use the little breath you have left to talk to the man you love.

“Will you be okay? Why is that rose? She is so jealous of it.”

“Because…” the girl tried to explain. But her voice trailed off as the figure slowly faded into the young man's eyes.

“No, you're…” The tall figure looked at the girl's disintegrating body. Manly tears Now I can't stop the flow.

“Don't cry, darling, don't.” It took what little strength he had left to lift himself up. Kiss his eyes before giving a final smile to the young man The large body sobbed until he coughed up blood. His breathing became less and less, his wide arms hugging his small body slowly disappeared.

…The two of them breathed their last at the same time.

The body of a young man was found inside a flower shop.

There was a severe wound on a large area of ​​the abdomen.

Around the corpse were rose petals.

And beneath the corpse, a red rose was carefully placed.

There were no signs of a struggle at the scene.

The matter of the case is the duty of the police to investigate further.