I treasure this rose. It was my gift to her and the only thing I have left of her. A single rose. I gave it to her and she made it immortal.
Why did this happen? We were happy. I only wanted to be with her. But now she is dead. She is dead and I can only wait for her return. She promised she would come back no matter what. So I wait in this monstrous form because I know she is the only person who can love me despite my appearance. For she will know me even in her new body. She will love me and all will be as it once was.
She will return for her magic has not faded from this world. Which means her spirit still lives. So I will wait for her. Because she is my beloved and nothing can keep us apart.
I will wait for her. My Belle...
For she is my only hope. Only she can love...a beast.
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Ringo-Ichigo's random stories
I'll just be writing short stories up here about whatever I feel like. They could be fanfiction, mysteries, ghost stories, dreams, or anything. Think of this as a little smidgen of what goes on in my head.
For many crowns of violets
and roses
at my side you put on
and many woven garlands
made of flowers
around your soft throat
not one girl I think
who looks on the light of the sun
will ever
have wisdom
like this
Definitely legal/bisexual/Hellenic Polytheist
and roses
at my side you put on
and many woven garlands
made of flowers
around your soft throat
not one girl I think
who looks on the light of the sun
will ever
have wisdom
like this
Definitely legal/bisexual/Hellenic Polytheist