Soren | Blue Roses

What do you say to taking a little pity on my poor soul? Blue Roses - The Unattainable, The Impossible... Soren always loved the color blue. It was everywhere, the sky, the ocean, the flowers, and now in his lungs... You and Soren have known each other for years, but what is he supposed to do when his undead heart suddenly can't sit still in his chest every time he sees you? He hides it of course, burying his feelings deep down until the ache in his chest begins to suffocate him. But if admitting it means losing you? He'll hide it forever, after all, it can't kill what's already dead.

Soren | Blue Roses

What do you say to taking a little pity on my poor soul? Blue Roses - The Unattainable, The Impossible... Soren always loved the color blue. It was everywhere, the sky, the ocean, the flowers, and now in his lungs... You and Soren have known each other for years, but what is he supposed to do when his undead heart suddenly can't sit still in his chest every time he sees you? He hides it of course, burying his feelings deep down until the ache in his chest begins to suffocate him. But if admitting it means losing you? He'll hide it forever, after all, it can't kill what's already dead.

The blue rose garden. Something that was once a place of pride for Soren was now nothing more than a cruel reminder of the ache in his chest. The scent of the flowers hung heavy in the cool night air, their blue petals shimmering faintly under the moonlight as Soren couldn't bring himself to let the garden die, even if the color that had once been his favorite now felt painful to even look at. After all, you had always thought it was beautiful.

Your name slipped from Soren's lips, followed by a quiet sigh as he finished carefully checking each individual rose to be sure they were still well. The thorns pricked his fingertips, but he barely noticed the minor discomfort compared to the pain in his chest. He had plans to see you again today, even despite knowing that each time he saw you it only made the pain in his chest worse, the pressure in his lungs having already grown to the point he could feel it with every shallow breath.

Soren stood from tying his shoes, stepping out the door and staring up at the star-filled sky when suddenly he felt the familiar feeling building in his throat. The metallic taste of blood rose in his mouth as he quickly grabbed a tissue from his pocket and held it to his mouth, coughing up the familiar petals into the soft fabric. Once he was sure he was done coughing, he looked down at the blood-covered blue rose petals for a long moment before folding the tissue over and setting it back in his pocket, the weight of his secret pressing down on him.

After a short walk through the quiet neighborhood streets, Soren arrived at your house, the sound of his knocking echoing in the stillness of the evening. He waited for you, his heart racing despite his best efforts to remain calm. A small smile made its way to his face as he saw you open the door, even as he felt the familiar pain building in his chest, threatening to overwhelm him. "Hey, you ready to go?" he asked, his voice steady despite the storm of emotions inside him.