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Blue Rose

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Do you remember? Of course you don't. They never do.

You never do.

We used to play together all the time, you and me. Nobody else to play with, at least nobody else after that . They always were far too trusting. They disappeared.

We never thought about them after that. At least, you didn't.

I did.

But now you've changed. I see it in your eyes. Same color, same as all of us. But that scorching warmth , too hot, too bright.

Flying too close to the sun. Our wings melting. We all burned up. Candle wicks.

But now I'm gone as well. You never remembered me. I can see it in your eyes. Shouldn't stare into the sun.

So bright.

Too bright.

Were we, are we so meaningless? So easy to forget? Your friends, the only ones to stand by you, with you, forgotten? Never looked for once we were gone?

I should have known better. You're just like the others. Not us at all. I was far too trusting. I looked for them when they were gone.

I said you changed. That's wrong. I did. I see what you are now.

I thought you were different, like us, with those cold eyes.

Gold eyes.

But now I see that I was blind.

Blinded.

Too bright. So hot that it felt cold to the touch. Unaware until we were boiled alive. Just frogs in the pot.

Now I'm gone as well. I now know where they went. I found them, no, they found me.

But my eyes have gone dull. No gold. Not even the slightest tint or spark.

They don't want me. I lost my chance. They needed me, no, needed my eyes. At least I thought so. Turns out I needed them.

You're the last one. But you aren't like them. It won't work. A white rose painted red is still a white rose, after all.

They don't need white or red roses. They want to be blue.

Impossible, immortal, infinite blue.

Icarus soaring. Too close to the sun.

Melting their dye away. Their true colors will be shown if they try. Their wings will melt. They all will fall as I fell. We can't survive alone.

They don't care anymore.

All they need are those golden eyes, the last set. That icy chill, a frozen, beautiful, glass sunset. You aren't. I wasn't. A sunrise can never freeze. It's never a sunset for long. Nobody is. Not anymore.

You still don't remember.

Warning after warning, but all you can hear is that roaring silence. You hide yourself. Blind yourself.

Why?