||FINISHED|| Pink Roses (JSAB Fresh x Reader)

The White Triangle in My Dreams

Remember when I said that it felt like someone was calling me to sleep?

Yeah, I think that might be the case.

Because when I fell asleep, I started to dream. The canvas of my mind was eventually forming a beautiful breathtaking portrait of a grassy cliffside overlooking a forest, bathed in a silver moonlight. Sitting at the edge, was a woman. I couldn't see her face, but I could see that she had long, flowing white hair, a white dress, and hell, even her headphones were white. Did she even have a design on them? If she did, it must be white as well. Her pale hands were adorned with golden jewellery, priceless gemstones and actual gold that was almost half as beautiful as the woman herself.

I felt shivers down my spine when she spoke with the sound of a twinkling cymbal. She can read a dictionary out loud and I would still willingly listen to her speak for hours on end.

"Take a seat."

It took me a few seconds to respond to her voice. But I sat down next to her on the cliff edge, legs dangling down a several hundred meter drop. Now that I looked at her face my heart almost stopped beating.

She was beautiful.

The moonlight that bathed her face made it look like her flawless skin was glowing, as her blue eyes stared at the stars above like gemstones embedded in the milky whites of her eyes. The stars stared back, a respect not even our leaders have. Her soft lips were parted slightly, like she was trying to figure out what to say to me. There was something about her that made me feel like she was hiding a wave of melancholy, something about the look in her eyes and the way her lips drooped. She was a magnificent White Rose. Her dress had blue accents which hugged close at her perfect form. She was beauty incarnate. Man I wished my boobs were that big.

"Who..." I croaked, still in awe. "Who are you?"

She looked at me and my heart stopped. Her gaze washed over me, it felt like I was talking to a goddess, I suddenly felt the urge to bow down to her, but obviously given our close proximity I couldn't. Should I call her "Your Eminence"? I can't take my eyes off her.

'I'm sure you can answer that question for yourself, my dear.' The voice was like music. A disney princess. It sounded like the beautiful vibrato of a violin piece. I looked at her intensely.

"...Trinity?" The name tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop myself.

She giggled. 'That is Correct. I am Trinity, the Tree of Li-'

I didn't let her finish her sentence before I raised a fist and attempted to punch her. 

Swiftly, like a gust of wind, her dainty wrist came up and blocked my fist before it reached her face. Her expression didn't change. I was summoning all of the strength in my body to place a dent in her skull but she was holding me back like it was nothing.

"You killed Fresh." I snarled. "He loved you and you killed him."

'You mean Circumference?'

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE WHAT YOU CALL HIM, YOU. KILLED. HIM."

Her expression finally changed. But instead of darkening in anger, it darkened in sorrow. Like the memory was hurting her. The hidden sadness in her face had manifested itself now. As much as I wanted to punch myself for doing so, seeing such a flawed, miserable expression on her face I wanted to comfort her. But then I reminded myself that this woman was a murderer. That took care of the feeling of admiration. Mostly. 

'You must hate me, don't you?'

"YOU KILLED HIM, HOW CAN I NOT HATE YOU?"

'So this has nothing to do with jealousy?'