Where is Your Heart?

[Arsenic Burns !!]

Brown hair fell lazily over his blue green eyes as he slumped over on a bench with a rose in his hand. Roses. The flower his mom used to keep in the house. He couldn't remember a single day when there wasn't roses on the kitchen table. Well except for one day.

The day that they went to the hospital...his mom hadn't had the nerve or the strengh to do it. Reece's eyes clouded over and a tear fell from his face and hit the rose. The tear glistened then slipped down into the heart of the rose.

Such beauty a rose has. Reece thought and set the pink rose on the bench beside him. His hand skimmed the violet that he had also picked and more tears fell. The flowers his mother held on her wedding day, and the flowers he had set on his grandmothers grave.

Reece quickly wiped his eyes and leaned back on the bench. The bench was hot against his back but he took no notice it and leaned his head back. His gaze fell on the bright blue sky and a smile appeared on his lips and his spirits lifted. No point dwindling on the past. Reece sighed. Now all he needed was a pretty little girl to take the pain away.

[▐ MONARCHY ♥]

A sigh came out from the blonde girl. She was standing with her arms crossed against her chest, her blue eyes set in a hard stare. "You know, you're being really unfair!" she protested. She was currently speaking to a boy, a boy standing in front of her. He was taller than she, and had short black hair and green eyes. "I know, but I just, well, life's not fair - okay? I might see you at school. Bye Isis," he said, shrugging and then a slightly apologetic look - before walking away. Isis blinked her eyes refusing to cry. She let her arms, her face all red. She rubbed her eyes, still trying to not cry. "Fine, let him be that way!" she said, pulling her tank top down.

The blonde girl sighed, turning around and walking in the opposite direction. She was wearing dark blue jeans and a white tank top, her bright green bra straps visible on her shoulders; wrapped around her waist was a white sweat jacket. She began muttering to herself; before walking faster through the streets. She was nearing the park, the sun beating down on her head. That was how her hair was blonde, she was naturally a brunette, but because of all of the sun and warm weather, her hair had bleached. Isis walked toward a tree, and sat down on the bench below it, not too far off from a boy. Her face was still flushed slightly, but she leaned back on the bench, leaning on the arm of the bench.

ooc :: sorry about giving you not so much to work off of D: