The notorious smirk that everyone falls for, was like picking a rose from its ugly skin.
The silky petals hide in the night sky, inviting the naive eyes inside. Preparing his roots in the dirt in hopes for someone to fall in love with him.
Vines prod into the victim as wails of excruciating pain did nothing but encourage him.
Didn't your mother ever teach you that curiosity killed the cat? Well, thank god she didn't or else you wouldn't be here.
You loved him so much.
And with that love, he continued his greedy vines in what he reckoned as his praise.
"I thought you loved me, was that just a play on words?" She questioned through her tears
"What else would it be? Actual love? If this meant something then you never truly understood what love is."
He reveals his true skin and as the chloroplasts begin to rot under unanswered reasons. He tried to hold her close but failed.
"Guilt is an incurable disease but it can be treated if handled carefully,"
Lumps grew in his throat as the only sentence that was able to come out was a question.
"Why are you feeling such pity for me?"
"Because you will never learn how to love."
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