[ MyStreet Garroth x Reader ] Choosing you

One Rose Says More Than a Dozen

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[ Chapter 5, Page 4]
"I just love you, that's all"

In the abyss... Your POV;

"We need to talk"

"Rose?" I questioned the enigmatic purple butterfly that had metamorphosed into a human-like ghost form, devoid of any facial expression. The inexplicable return to this surreal realm, now beyond Ein's control, left me grappling with an unsettling mix of trepidation and confusion. This place, a haunting manifestation of my deepest fears, held a visceral grip on my psyche, and the urgency to escape its clutches gnawed at me relentlessly. Despite this, Rose's call cut through the fear, drawing me back into an unsettling embrace.

As Rose floated forward, her incorporeal form seemed to flicker with an otherworldly luminescence, casting eerie shadows in the abyss that enveloped us. The void swallowed the sound of my tentative footsteps, amplifying the solitude that pervaded the surroundings. It was as if I tread on shallow puddles, yet no liquid betrayed the emptiness that surrounded me. The darkness, impenetrable and consuming, painted the canvas of this nightmarish dimension.

Yet, Rose's spectral presence served as my solitary beacon in this desolate expanse, compelling me to venture into the unknown. With each step, the air grew colder, a biting chill that penetrated the very marrow of my bones. My breath materialized in ghostly puffs, dissolving into the shadows as we pressed forward.

"Rose, where are we going?" I whispered, my voice a mere murmur that hung in the stillness of the abyss. Desperation clung to my words, seeking answers in the emptiness that stretched before me.

The only response was a haunting silence, broken only by the echoes of my own inquiries. Rose maintained her ethereal course, an inscrutable guide leading me through the frigid, stygian corridors of this surreal world. The inky blackness seemed to morph around us, an ever-shifting tapestry that defied any semblance of coherence.

As we traversed deeper into the abyss, a sense of foreboding gripped my senses. The shadows, once passive, now seemed to dance with a malevolent intent. Unseen whispers hung in the air, a chorus of spectral voices that stirred unease within me. Rose's form flickered, her ghostly countenance betraying no emotion, yet her presence resonated with an unspoken urgency.

"Y/N," Rose whispered, her voice emerging like a phantom from the depths of her incorporeal being. The mere utterance of my name sent shivers down my spine, a portent of revelations yet to unfold. 

"Y/N. You absolutely cannot talk about your dad's secret." Rose's voice, a haunting melody in the abyss, pierced through the silence as she brought her ethereal form to a standstill. The purple butterfly turned human-like ghost gazed at me with an intensity that belied her lack of facial expression. The gravity of her words settled in the air like an ominous fog. "Not your brother, not your dad, not your friends, and as much as you love him... not even Garroth."