Primrose//Phan

9

I'm writing this when at 3 am and I'm on a car ride heading to Disney and I can't sleep. So late night update?

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His petals were torn.

Phil's lips were red and swollen.

His roots were ripped off one by one.

Phil was bruised and left on his bed. He wasn't even crying. He couldn't anymore, it hurt to.

Peej was sat by the edge of Phil's bed. Naked, he was quiet.

Phil looked at him, he could see the bruises on Peej's back, punches he had made. Deep scratches of rose.

Peej was a rose.

He was beautiful but yet his thorns told you to be careful. However Phil was still pricked..

Phil was bare of any clothing. They were all thrown to the floor and ripped up.

"Get out." Phil said with pure hatred, it made Peej flinch.

Phil would slowly rip his petals and roots apart. He'd make him suffer.

He'll kill the rose.

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I like how this came out considering I'm tired out of mind. But enjoy this Smol chapter