A white rose. Single and alone. Sun light illuminating it with golden light. His hand went to pick it. Sharp! Wide eyed he sucked his finger then reached for it again. Deep red. Blood staining the innocent white of the rose.
So little, with out understanding, 5 year old Nick watched the stain.
A white rose. Single and alone. Sun light illuminating it with golden light. His hand went to pick it. Sharp! Wide eyed he sucked his finger then reached for it again. Deep red. Blood staining the innocent white of the rose.
Older, yet not understanding, 13 year old Nick watched as his blood stained the pure white petal. A red stain. A blood stain.
A white rose. Single and alone. Sun light illuminating it with golden light. His hand went to pick it. Sharp! Wide eyed he sucked his finger then reached for it again. Deep red. Blood staining the innocent white of the rose.
21 year old Nick had stained his white rose. He had taken her innocents and dumped her aside. He had left a bloody stain on her. The 17 year old girl was no forever stained by Nick, just as he had stained the flowers.
A white rose. Single and alone. Sun light illuminating it with golden light. His hand went to pick it. Sharp! Wide eyed he sucked his finger then reached for it again. Deep red. Blood staining the innocent white of the rose.
Nick, at 28, had still not learned his lesson. He still did not understand the meaning. No understanding of what the symbols of his life were. He reached for the rose, he cut his finger and stained it with his blood.
Nick looked at the pedal in his hand. It was so soft and it had been so pure until he had stained it.
A white rose. Single and alone. Sun light illuminating it with golden light. His hand went to pick it. Sharp! Wide eyed he sucked his finger then reached for it again. Deep red. Blood staining the innocent white of the rose.
Nick had made a big mistake. He was ruining his life by this. He wipped the blood off his finger cursing. He looked at the girl. He was 32, she 20. He had touched her, just wanting to see her pure beauty her softness
A white rose. Single and alone. Sun light illuminating it with golden light. His hand went to pick it. Sharp! Wide eyed he sucked his finger then reached for it again. Deep red. Blood staining the innocent white of the rose.
Screaming Nick felt himself fill with hatred. He knew this was his fault, knew that his wife was leaving him because of his actions. Yet he couldn't stop himself. He shook with rage hating himself and her.
He tore apart his house. What else was left for a 44 year old man? He sat panting tears rolling down his cheeks.
It was all ending.
A white rose. Single and alone. Sun light illuminating it with golden light. His hand went to pick it. Then he stopped he let his hand drop to his side. He didn't reach for the rose. For the first time in his life, Nick didn't touch the tormenting temptations. Slowly he walked away entering heaven.