Imagine: Rose when you're in transition. "Rose, I-I don't kn-know if I c-can."You stuttered, tears filling in your eyes as you tried to rip you eyes away from the cup of blood that sat on the table. "I never wanted this life for you."Rose sat beside you, taking your hands into hers."This choice is up to you. Just know that whatever you do...I love you, Y/N." "I love you too."You told her before she kissed you softly before leaving you alone, the blood sitting before you. With shaking hands you reached across the table and lifted up the cup. You breathed in the sweet scent of what should've made your stomach churn. "I guess this is it."You whispered before staring into the red liquid."Bottoms up."
