Her favourite is a Rose [Valentines Day Special]

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Valentines Special 3/5 (ft. Nagisa Shiota)

No, it will not be some Nagi fanfic with Karma marrying reader. i'm just crying why i have so much homework, i was gonna binge some Sherlock fck you school.


nagisa's p.o.v

You're only here for a short visit.

Don't hurry,

Don't worry.

And be sure to

Smell the 

Flowers along

The way.

She's always been a mystery.

The way when she calls out your name than disappears in the sea of students.

Or when you drop something and she helps you pick it up.

She's very intriguing.

An Enigma herself.

That cannot be solved.

She was always drawing those little roses all over her book. Whenever you saw her page, it was filled with roses. They were beautiful drawings, intricate detail was written all over it. It took my breath away as I flipped through the pages.

I always asked her "Why the roses." She only responded shrugging, "Roses leave but the thorns stay." I never truly understood what she meant. It was baffling me as I tried to work it out.

The longer I took, the less time I had.

She was my star. Able to light up my darkness times. I thank you so much for helping me get through my phrase, I am no longer scared of my mother. You were always writing in a pen with a rose scented ink. It intrigued me why you did that.

Little did I know you were leaving clues.

You always responded "Roses are my favourite flowers." I truly couldn't understand but now I know why. Walking through the school gates, I saw couples everywhere. After all, it's valentines day.

A rose's rarest essence lives in the thorn.  

I went to the floral shop to find the flowers you liked- roses. I picked out the best. 12 roses just for you to enjoy. The roses were beautiful as if somebody hand painted them, I loved them a lot.

A thorn defends the rose, harming only those who would steal the blossom. 

A drop of rain fell down onto my shoulder. Looking up tiny droplets began to fall. I quickly walked, so I could visit you. You lived quite far from where I lived.

 A rose's rarest essence lives in the thorn.

I continued to walk. I haven't visited you in some time, I miss you a lot. I want to see your face, the look when I surprise you. That big smile sketched on your face as you greet me with a hug. The times when we cuddle up on stormy nights.

Take time to smell the roses. 

I held onto the bouquet of roses. I pushed open the gate. I took a deep breath, I miss spending the good old days with you. The times when we whisper secrets and words. Your breath that tickled my neck as you leaned in close.

I placed the roses in front of me. Sighing as another drop of rain fell on my shoulder, it was going to poor soon.

No rose without a thorn.  

I was just like a rose. You were just like a rose. You were fragile and needed somebody to protect you. Like the petals you could fall apart easily.

Roses fall, but the thorns remain.  

Here I am. Alone.

We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses. 

-- Abraham Lincoln




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