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Rating: PG-13
By: Dafne

Disclaimer: Most of the characters used in this story do not 
belong to me, they are copyright of Naoko Takeuchi and lots of 
other important companies. I am not making any profit out of this, 
so please don't sue me!!!

The idea of this fanfic came to me when we were reading some poems 
at literature class. I sorta got *very* inspired and then couldn't 
help but start writing. I have to warn you though that the whole 
story is kinda depressing, so you might want to have a box of 
kleenex nearby. It takes place during the time where Darien breaks 
up with Serena (yes, another break - up story). Enjoy!

Rose's tears
Chapter 1: The last petal

Wednesday (6:30 PM)

I sit in front of my window staring at the sunset; it's actually 
quite ironic that the sky seems so full of life while I'm trying 
not to die from grief. The different shades of purple, pink, 
yellow, and orange cast its light over my now tear stained face.

I gaze down at my hands where I'm holding the one thing I treasure 
the most: your rose. I remember that when you gave it to me a 
month ago you told me that it would never die, that it would last 
forever, just as our love, but since you broke up with me it has 
been losing its once sweet smell, its bright crimson color, and, 
most of all, its unexplainable aura that seemed to entrance 
whoever dared look at it even if it was for just a split second. 

It hasn't been hard to notice that the supposedly immortal flower 
withers more and more every time I cry, and since I have being 
doing so quite frequently for nearly two weeks, it now looks old 
and far from beautiful. I suddenly notice that since I haven't 
been able to stop the flow of tears, the rose, having lost 
everything else, has only been able to keep one petal from falling 
down.

Once again, as I recall every cold word you told me on that 
fateful day, feelings of sadness, loneliness, anger, betrayal, and 
pain invade my soul. I tighten my grip on the rose's stem, making 
its thorns slash through my delicate skin. I can feel a warm 
liquid flowing all over my hands, but instead of trying to stop it 
I simply grasp the flower even tighter.

The tiny wounds are now burning, but not nearly as much as my 
heart. You've broken it into million pieces that can't be put 
together again, and somehow I know this stab won't heal, it will 
bleed until it drains every bit of energy I've got, little by 
little, to the point where I can't bear it anymore and life 
escapes from my grasp.

The vital fluid of life keeps gushing out of my body and I feel 
myself weaken. As I stare at the fallen blood - covered petals, 
dizziness overcomes me. I fell limply to the ground and the last 
thing I see before darkness envelops me is the remaining petal 
drop to my carpet...

To be continued...

Last revised: Monday July 2nd, 2001. 4:19 PM