Hello everyone! I am the best flower ever: a rose! I come in different colours, and every colour has its own meaning!
For example:
Red♥️ : true love💞
White🤍 : innocence and purity😇
Blue💙 : mystery🤫
Black🖤 : death☠️
Yellow💛 : friendship🤝
Orange🧡 : passion🤩
I know - cool right? I have so many colours and they all have so many different meanings.
I myself am a Red Rose. I symbolise love and affection. Valentine's Day is right around the corner, so a lot of my red rose friends are being gifted to different owners. You may not know, but we roses actually protect our owners. I know what you're thinking of; a small little rose… protecting their owner? RIDICULOUS!
But it's true.
Red roses protect our owners from getting their love life ruined; white roses keep and protect their owner’s innocence; blue roses keep their owners mysterious and secretive; black roses stay and protect their dead owners; yellow roses keep their owner’s friendship alive; and orange roses keep their owner’s passion thriving.
I must say, we are quite miraculous. Other flowers say we roses are narcissistic, but I say that we roses are just cynosures everywhere we go. So, they are just envious and jealous of us roses.
Anyways, enough about them, it's my time to shine!
This morning, I was just relaxing with my other red rose friends, when suddenly, the florist came and started looking at us up and down. Gulp. Usually when the florist looks at us like this, it means someone is going to get an owner.
I didn't think it was going to be me, because I was one of the more special roses. But then, without hesitation, the florist laid out her hands and picked me out from the crowd. I was gently placed into the baby pink bag and was brought to the cashier.
“19.90 please. Would you like anything else with your order?”
“No, I’m good, thank you.”
Those were the last few words I heard from the bag. I don't know when or how, but I fell asleep…
When I woke up, I was in a room. It was white in colour, with some gold accents here and there. It smelt pretty good, some sweet, heavenly scent. I could see a silhouette across the room. I attempted to distinguish a few features in the dim light: raven black hair, hazel brown eyes, cherry red lips and rosy pink cheeks.
So, she is my owner. Not so bad, I thought.
She was on her phone, scrolling through who knows what. I looked around the room, and it seemed like a pretty decent place. There was a bed, 2 bean bags, and a vanity which was where I was placed. The room was quite spacious, but not too much that it seemed empty; the room was quite snug, but not so much that you couldn't breathe. While I was adapting to my new environment, she looked at me, and smiled. She smiled like she saw right through me and knew that I was going to protect her.
It was then that I knew: she was my owner, and I would protect her to the best of my ability.
I was sure of it.
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