The raindrops, pitter patter on the leaves, as the rose blooms, bright red, all can see it's beauty, it's grace, it's Elegance. This rose, as the thunder booms beside it and lightning fills the sky, it's beauty is still unmatched. It's green stem, red petals, and radiant crimson pattern light the stormy night with such Elegance, that even a feather in a steady river would pale in comparison.

But the blue rose.

It's soft to the touch, a light hue of blue is due, the rainy dew drops and crashes at it's feet, lightly kissing it's stem. It basks in the beauty, and as the lightning fills the sky, for those lucky enough bare witness to it's true beauty. Like light blue vains across the rose, it glows. Those who touch it may feel at peace. They shall know no anxiety. Fall into sleep as it's warming glow on the stormy winter night lulls you to sleep. You are safe now. For the blue rose protects you. Rest easy. For the blue rose loves you.

The blue rose loves you.

The white rose though, one of plain Calibur. The angels kiss amongst many. It's like a blanket sheet, folded neatly in an ever weaving pattern. Its white petals shine in the night with minimal effort, though it grows on the muddy terrain, it has no spot of mud on it. It let's off a misleading glow. Cautiously approaching it, how is this possible? You hesitate to take it, instead, you feel the petals. Like silk on a dress with a velvet edge. No thorns, so the stems only feeling is the fuzzy bristles all roses have. You smell it, and your senses are filled. Vanilla, sweet vanilla. The senses overwhelmed you cannot only smell it, but taste it on your tongue. It's sweet extract makes you feel at ease. Curled in a blanket, you forget about the rain. This is your home now. And it's lovely.

The Black Rose.
One can barely see it, but feeling it's presence is undeniable. It's appearance makes it seem burnt, but the only flames in it's possession are the flames of passion. Though terrifying at first glance, it's leather touch may seem off putting, but it's smell will set you in a trance. It's smell fills your senses with images. Your mind wanders from the rainy plain, and sweeps you into a beautiful sunny day. The sand in your toes, the sun beaming down, the cool sound of waves crashing against the shore. You inhale and the fresh air takes your breath away. You forget where you are. The rain seems distant and you are happy. Warm and fuzzy on a cold damp night.

To Alexander, people seemed to match the Rose's. Each person he fell for, he could match to a Rose. All his ex's,past loves, crushes and hopefully partner to be. His red rose was his high school love. Marie‑Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier de La Fayette, Marquis de Lafayette.

More simply known as Lafayette.

Their relationship started off so amazing, they were stuck together like glue. Their relationship was absolutely beautiful to look at. They protected eachother, held eachother in the others embrace, never let anything bad happen. Though...their thorns truly showed how sharp behind closed doors.  Neither had realized the thorns in their vibrant Rose. Alexander found himself losing his temper and falling for the man once again. His dark skin, thick french accent, dark brown eyes and captivating smile had him hooked. He had picked his rose and refused to let it go. Lafayette had stolen his heart and he didn't want it back.

They had been so close during one school day, Alex was cuddled into his side while they stood at their lockers, Lafayettes arm was wrapped around the shorter boys shoulders as they spoke to their friends. Alexander looked up at Hercules and John. Hercules reminded him of a calm blue Rose, John made him think of a loving purple Rose, much like himself. He held onto his boyfriends shirt softly as Jefferson, Madison and Burr passed. Jefferson...Thomas Jefferson also reminded him of a black rose. The passion he held, the temper he never controlled, his snarky attitude made Alexander assumed yet so frustrated. Unlike Lafayette, he couldn't find himself in the same place as Thomas. Madison, a small, barely flourished blue rose. He almost never spoke, his face was a neutral and expressionless. Burr confused him. He couldn't read him right. He saw him as a simple white Rose.

After the school day had ended, Lafayette had brought Alexander home with him. The two laid on his bed and cuddled into eachother. Alexander had his finger gliding up and down his boyfriends bare chest. They were speaking of the their day at school, what they had done, who they spoke too. "-And I thought that Thomas looked extremely good today." Lafayette finished off , It made Alexander's nose twitch. He couldn't stand when Lafayette would speak so fondly of that...that boy. He sat up quickly and glared down at his boyfriend. "Why would you say that?" He huffed, nose scrunched up angrily.

"You are not the only person I am allowed to look at, Alexander." Lafayette said curtly. "If I think somebody looks good, I will say so." He sat up, crossing his arms in annoyance. "You can not keep doing this."

"Doing this?" Alex frowned deeply "Not wanting my boyfriend to speak about how he finds that thing 'so good looking'?? Sorry,Laf,bu-"

"Non. No buts." Lafayette snapped,getting off the bed "You can not control me, and you will not."

Alexander followed him off, placing his hands on his chest and shoving him back slightly "If Thomas is so amazing,date him!" He growled. This was a common arguement between the two. It would normally end with Lafayette apologising and Alexander calming down. A few shoves would happen but nothing like today. Instead of a small apology, Lafayette replied with:

"Alright,I will."

That arguement ended with a slap to the cheek, a breakup, and not speaking for the rest of high school.

During his first year of college, He found his own blue rose. Someone he had never expected himself to fall for. The boy was so quiet, the complete opposite of Lafayette. He kept to himself, never spoke much, he didnt argue, he just...kept to himself. He was appalled at falling for his worst enemies best friend. James Madison was the world's most soft spirit. He would crawl into bed with Alexander during a storm, pet his hair and whisper into his ear to draw out the rain pounding outside. It would always calm the boy without fail.

Alexander struggled with James. He didnt know how far he could go. James would make his way into his lap then slowly stop. They would start something, get as far as beginning to strip themselves for backing away. Alexander couldn't hurt his blue rose. The small boy would leave during the day for classes and to hear his best friend rant on for hours about whatever there was to rant about. Then he could silently make his way back to his dorm to hear his boyfriend go off about something that had happened to him. He would listen to them both and not put in any input. He enjoyed it, it was amusing to hear the two go off about eachother. They were so similar it made him laugh.

One day the two we're watching a movie, the sky dark outside. Even though James was considerably smaller than Alexander, he had his arms wrapped around him while they watched the movie, swaying him gently to try distract him from the forming storm outside. James absolutely loved Alexander. He was happy to admit that. He could easily list off so many reasons why he had fallen for him. He knew his boyfriend had flaws, they made him fall even deeper knowing he wasn't perfect...and he never tried to be. He would speak his mind, loud and proud. He would always admire him. Even when he lost him.

Which...Happened not long after their second year in college. Alexander felt like he was hurting his blue rose. He felt as if he put to much weight onto his small shoulders and he no longer wanted to do that.

Alexander cupped his cheeks when he had walked in after a normal day, he gently pecked his forehead before speaking softly. "As...As much as I love you..." He started, seeing James' face drop instantly. "You're so sweet, you're an absolutely perfect boyfriend, baby...but, that's why I'm doing this...You need someone who can care for you perfectly as you care for others..." he ran his thumb over his soft cheek as a small tear fell down it. "I love you..."

"I love you too..." James whispered almost silently. It wasn't something he would have said often.

The breakup went well. The two stayed in touch. Alexander loved his blue rose, the care and the eternal love that came with him. Your blue rose isnt always in love with you, but they forever care for you in a loving way. It's something that never fades.

His next relationship came after college. James had introduced him to another one of his friends. Aaron Burr. A white rose. The hardest to read. Colorless, opinionless. This relationship didnt last long. Alexander found himself extremely bored. The white rose with beautiful indeed. Although, Alexander never saw himself working with something so simple.

It was after he found another black rose. The most toxic relationship he had ever found himself stuck. He had found himself in love with someone he used to title as his enemy. Though...they were less in love as much as they were lovers. The amount of passion they both shared made some interesting nights for Alexander. He almost always found them snarling at eachother before finding their way to a bedroom for an intense night. A stress reliever as they both said. James found himself once again amused by their relationship. It was as if they hated eachothers personalities but loved what they had to offer eachother. They could match eachothers passion, fight for control, take what the other had to give without question. It worked so well, yet wouldnt last.

Now,here's something you must know.

Why are roses so sweet? Like the gentle kiss of a red star that fills you with warmth. Though beautiful can still house danger as the thorns create barricade. For everything beautiful must be protected. Or maybe everything containing beauty beyond compare can hurt you. It houses magic, unseeable but there. The wind flows, making it dance under such grace. Beauty, magic, danger. These house a flower. These house an other world object. These house a rose.

Alexander waited many years before finding his final, and most favored. He had never known of one before. His heart was suddenly filled when he had understood who his perfect match was. His last, and most beautiful rose. His purple rose. 

It's as if the raindrops gently slide down it's petals. It glows, leading you, pulling you in it's direction. The violet purple hue makes it feel like a memory. A loving one. It's glowing radiance fills you with warmth. Your heart glows with an abundance of light. You feel love. You feel compassion. You close your eyes and feel the loving embrace, a gentle hug, one you wish would never go away. Your mind wanders to a cabin. The fireplace burning as you're content in the arms of someone you love. This is love. This is compassion. This is the purple rose.

John Lauren's was his purple, and final rose.