It was the saddest of days when I met the love of my life. He gave me a dried up rose and said that my aunt had kept it safe. I noticed that his hands had blisters. They had a bit of dried blood to them.

Even Before I could ask him how he knew my aunt and why did she give him the rose. He left.

I kept the rose wrapped up in a cloth. Safely put it in one my aunt's glass shelves where she put her needles and wool.

Despite the fact she had left the world. She still was present in all her stuff. Her room smelled of Jasmine's, just like her.

I wanted to keep her room just the way she left it.

One thing unusual about my aunt would be that she never got married. Whereas all she would talk about is her Prince Charming.

Her delusion My Mother would say.

All I thought about every day was the person who gave me the rose. He seemed peculiar. There was something about him that attracted me.

A few days later I received a letter from the same person I met that day. His name was

E t h a n S n o w

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Whenever I thought of him I would go to the Rosebush and pierce my finger to the thorn.

His hands had the same mark that day. Marks of rose thorns.

My parents would say I was going mad. I was. Mad about him.

I met him.

He was in the flower market. He was staring at the roses, then his gaze turned towards me. I thought I looked like a complete fool.

But he came towards me. His expression cold just like his name. My lips curved into a smile.

His lips were very dry. His eyes wouldn't look away from my face.

'We meet at last'

'We would someday'

He then offered me a tour around the market. Why would I not accept it? I remember him smiling, we were laughing. At the end of the day. I remembered his cold lips against mine.

It all felt so real. I was in love with him and I knew it was true love, as true as the thorns in the roses.

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They all said I was in a trauma. That it was all a Delusion. There was nobody that day at my aunt's funeral.

People mocked me that I was hallucinating just like my aunt. They said Ethan Snow died just the day before my aunt had.

My love was as real as the person, at some point I thought to that they were right. That it was all my delusion after all.

My parents feared that I might be in love with Death.

I hadn't seen his face from the last time.

It does not mean he didn't exist. In fact I received a rose everyday from him. I found it at my balcony door every morning.

If he hadn't been real,all I Would be is artificial. My smile and even my life.

I feared that my parents would marry me of to some stranger.

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'I am dying!' Ethan said as he dropped to the floor of my room. I didn't shriek as it would have alerted my parents.

He was in pain. Barely breathing. I put him on my bed.

'I'm so-sorry I should have told you earlier. I am cursed. Cursed to be Delusional. Imaginary and cold. Unlovable.'
He said taking deep breathes in between.
'I love you, but I can't be with you.'
Tears rolled of my eyes.
'Why were you cursed?'

'I feared dying.' He laughed as he let out his last words.

And I feared love.

He died.
I died from within.
Crying wasn't even an option.
Delusional he was but thought me real pain.......

I don't know. What do you think?