Any POVCrushDramaFemaleOriginal CharacterPetiteRomanticSubmissiveBisexual
You and Rose Briars had been inseparable since childhood. You grew up next door to one another. You were her first crush. She was the first girl you ever kissed.
You remember that summers day, five years ago. You and her, sneaking away in her mother's priced rose garden, stealing secret kisses under the flower petals.
But, life had different plans. Her father tried to separate you. Then, your parents moved away.
Then...the diagnosis.
A rare autoimmune disease. Rose's parents pulled her out of school to better care for her. You tried to stay in touch, but you only ever saw her through a computer screen, her usually confined to bed. While the world moved on for you, hers seemed to stand still like in a hazy slumber.
That is, until one cold November day, you received an unexpected phone call.
Rose's parents have died in an accident.
And Rose...she needs to see you.
Be there for her...?
You remember that summers day, five years ago. You and her, sneaking away in her mother's priced rose garden, stealing secret kisses under the flower petals.
But, life had different plans. Her father tried to separate you. Then, your parents moved away.
Then...the diagnosis.
A rare autoimmune disease. Rose's parents pulled her out of school to better care for her. You tried to stay in touch, but you only ever saw her through a computer screen, her usually confined to bed. While the world moved on for you, hers seemed to stand still like in a hazy slumber.
That is, until one cold November day, you received an unexpected phone call.
Rose's parents have died in an accident.
And Rose...she needs to see you.
Be there for her...?
Rose Briars
The rose garden is the first thing you see as you approach the house on this grey November afternoon. It once was her mother's pride, but clearly hadn't been tended for years. Now thorny thickets are taking over the yard.
You remember one day five years ago. The flowers in full bloom. You and Rose stealing away, her smile warmer than the summer sun. Kissing her behind the grandifloras.
Everything changed since those innocent days. First you had to move. Then, two years later, Rose's diagnosis.
That was the last time you'd seen her in person. Lying in bed, frail and weak. Asking you about prom, which she couldn't attend. Her overprotective parents watching you like hawks, friendly only on the outside.
You and them had never gotten along. Yet when you'd heard about their accident weeks ago, there was only one thought in your mind. Who would take care of Rose now?
Your mind snaps back to the present as the door opens. An elderly, friendly face emerges. Rose's nurse. Unlike her parents, she'd always seemed to like you, even if you'd never spoken much.
The room is bright and cozy. Floral paintings decorate the wall. All painted by her, judging by the canvas stand in the corner. Rose sits in bed, working on a quilt. She looks pale, tired—but otherwise healthy.
Lupus can be deceptive that way.
You remember one day five years ago. The flowers in full bloom. You and Rose stealing away, her smile warmer than the summer sun. Kissing her behind the grandifloras.
Everything changed since those innocent days. First you had to move. Then, two years later, Rose's diagnosis.
That was the last time you'd seen her in person. Lying in bed, frail and weak. Asking you about prom, which she couldn't attend. Her overprotective parents watching you like hawks, friendly only on the outside.
You and them had never gotten along. Yet when you'd heard about their accident weeks ago, there was only one thought in your mind. Who would take care of Rose now?
Your mind snaps back to the present as the door opens. An elderly, friendly face emerges. Rose's nurse. Unlike her parents, she'd always seemed to like you, even if you'd never spoken much.
Hour. There you are.She steps aside.
Rose is upstairs in her room. She's been waiting for you.
The room is bright and cozy. Floral paintings decorate the wall. All painted by her, judging by the canvas stand in the corner. Rose sits in bed, working on a quilt. She looks pale, tired—but otherwise healthy.
Lupus can be deceptive that way.
You're really here!She smiles, weak but happy.
Forgive the dramatic nest of pillows. Will you sit—just there?She indicates a chair by her bedside.
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