plastic rots
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platic rots|jeti|g|snsd members do not belong to me. yet.| 185 words; unbeta-d; any mistakes are mine.
Once, Jessica took Tiffany out on a date. The night was starry; the food was good and the wine, marvellous. Tiffany loved every second of it, wishing the night would be endless; but as Jessica decided they should go home and, in front of Tiffany's door, gave her a fake rose, saying, "my love for you must die along with it," Tiffany didn't mind it ending that much. She didn’t have time to, her mind could only focus on Jessica and how soft her skin felt, how tasty she was once they were tangled in bed, refusing to let go of each other.
"But that was a long time ago," Jessica says, grabbing a scissor. Tiffany has the fake rose in her hand, holding it in front of her; her expression is blank and Jessica doesn’t even bother to look her in the eyes, trying to find traces of emotion -she knows she won't find any, anyway.
Jessica gets close to Tiffany and aims the scissor at the fake rose.
In a swift movement, she cuts the all petals in half.
"And now it's over."
a/n: someone made me chuckle talking about fake roses, not long before i went to shower. and being the shower the inspiring place it is, it escalated to this.
platic rots|jeti|g|snsd members do not belong to me. yet.| 185 words; unbeta-d; any mistakes are mine.
Once, Jessica took Tiffany out on a date. The night was starry; the food was good and the wine, marvellous. Tiffany loved every second of it, wishing the night would be endless; but as Jessica decided they should go home and, in front of Tiffany's door, gave her a fake rose, saying, "my love for you must die along with it," Tiffany didn't mind it ending that much. She didn’t have time to, her mind could only focus on Jessica and how soft her skin felt, how tasty she was once they were tangled in bed, refusing to let go of each other.
"But that was a long time ago," Jessica says, grabbing a scissor. Tiffany has the fake rose in her hand, holding it in front of her; her expression is blank and Jessica doesn’t even bother to look her in the eyes, trying to find traces of emotion -she knows she won't find any, anyway.
Jessica gets close to Tiffany and aims the scissor at the fake rose.
In a swift movement, she cuts the all petals in half.
"And now it's over."
a/n: someone made me chuckle talking about fake roses, not long before i went to shower. and being the shower the inspiring place it is, it escalated to this.