The twelfth rose, I would have had a dozen by now if I didn't bury one and discard two.
I resent myself for throwing away your gifts. I had believed they were sent by someone else- someone who enjoys seeing me suffer.
"I'm sorry, Sannie." I whispered as I gazed at my scarring wrists.
"I can't keep going without you, but I'll stay just to see the final day of roses." I whispered and dropped the knife into the bathroom sink.
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27 Roses and a Bouquet Woosan
FanfictionA rose per day I missed, and a bouquet to go out on. Wooyoung is a lover, and San is a soldier drafted for the war at a far too young age. San arranged for Wooyoung to receive a rose each day until he planned to propose. Wooyoung was told his lo...
