Today, I found the head of a red rose on the street.
I picked it up. Took it with me to work. Took it back with me from work. Sat down on a bench in a playground at noon time.
I've never really loved flowers the way some girls and women love them. I've always preferred them on the field than in a vase, withering to die.
I've always preferred larger plants to flowers, and I've always preferred trees to larger plants.
Yet I have started to love roses.
And only roses in fool bloom.
So I sat there with that head in my hands... this beautiful dark red rose in full blow. I felt its petals, gently, one by one...
So soft. I stared at the rose and felt ... I wondered if Uruha's thighs could ever feel that way. I did, actually, think that, but I thought it through Ruki.
Roses, they are ルキ to me. Him, and no one else. He IS them.
So I sat there, and touched it, marveled at it, loved it. Wondering how it would smell.
I didn't dare to smell at it.
It seemed like a forbidden fruit to me. Take up its scent and it will vanish.
Just like a dream.
Just caress it, look at it, marvel at it, love it with your eyes and your gentle touch.
Never get closer.
Never smell it.
Able to resist?