His life, is just a story, really. The rose that he carries is far much more than what he really is. Stories are told in the rose- by fellow lovers of the young man, enlighting the rose, allowing it to never die off. And if it simply does? The young man will have no life- and will fade away, never to love again.
The foolish curse that was made on the rose...
And also- I must not forget the foolish women that fall for the young man. Hah!, they swoon over the young man, faling inlove with the gazes he gives them. But truely, he is only entering their own soul.
The blood that they sehd while in love with him, is only the start of their own death. For it 'is' their own death. Quite their fault- really. I would have to agree....
He is simply a ladies man- but never grew up to be one. For how old he really is inside- it still a mystery to him, myself, but of course in this story, the rose knows all.
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Submission Name: Just a random story, really.
