The Meaning of Flowers
Chapter 1: A Heart Broken
Why...? Why does this always happen to me...?
A girl with long golden blond hair cried as she sat beside her bed. Her room was dark and she kept sobbing and crying.
Why would he do this to me...? Why...? I hate him! I hate him so much! I wish he would die!
Suddenly the girl heard a meow then the door opened. A black cat with white mitten paws and green eyes walked into the dark room.
"Shadow...?"
The cat looked at the crying girl then it laid on its belly and rolled. The girl giggled softly then pet the cat.
"Roselia? Are you inside? Hey, why is your room so dark?"
"Brother...?"
"There you are. Hey... Why are you crying...?" A man with long blond hair asked as he wiped the girl's tears with his sleeve.
"It was... That boy..."
"What? Was it him who did this to you? I'm gonna slug him! How dare he make you cry!"
The girl named Roselia looked down then she sniffled. Her brother looked at her then hugged her.
"You don't need him. To tell you the truth, he sucked. With looks, personality, and, well, everything. I don't know what the girls see in him."
"He was kind and caring..." Roselia said softly.
"Well kind and caring is just gonna make people take advantage of those who have those things. Come on, I'll take you out to dinner. My treat."
"Hee... Thanks big brother Marcus."
"Go get dressed. I'll wait downstairs." Roselia's brother Marcus said then he left the room. Roselia stood up and then got changed. Her cat Shadow jumped on the bed and stretched as he circled around a pillow before he dropped his body down with a plop. Roselia looked at a locket necklace then she gripped her fist and shut the jewelry case.
Good bye... Steven Roseria... The man who really understood me...
When Roselia went downstairs and her brother was already outside, waiting for her in the car, she walked out when she noticed something. It was a anemone flower with a note attached to it.
"Take this flower for you yourself are fragile. You heart should never be crushed when it is a man's hands. It should be gently cherished in the hands of someone pure, someone you could really trust."
That's odd... There's no signature... I wonder who sent this...?
Roselia stared at the flower and then scoffed.
Bet it was from Steven. What a lame-o. But still...
She gently touched the petals then sighed.
"It'd be a shame to waste a nice flower..."
She walked towards the car, while holding the flower in her hands.