Death by roses, she thought, death by roses.
What way to go. Beaten to death by a black rose.
It was true she realised, he’d been a thorn in her side all this time so she shouldn’t have been surprised when he unleashed his anger upon her.
It all started with the box of chocolates. She’d made the gesture as it was Christmas and all that. But he’d looked at her with disdain.
He immediately unleased his wrath claiming the chocolates proved his worth to her. Yes, they may not have been the top shelf chocolates, but they were all she could afford, and they were given with love.
Her immediate thought was: “How typically male. It’s all about size.”
He regaled her for the next half hour about all the things he had given her and done for her and the fact that every visit he made to her was accompanied by a bunch of expensive roses.
She shrunk into herself as he poured the words she hated to hear. Unappreciative, ignorant and stupid.
Finally, he had hit her with the roses he had bought her today. Yes, they were expensive black roses, but all the same wasn’t her profession of love enough for him.
Apparently not as a thorn struck her in the temple. There upon blood flowed forth and she knew their time was at an end.
Their relationship was dead. She knew it. He knew it.
She reached out, took his arm and shoved the roses he held into his face.
His look of surprise she took home with her.