I’ve always wondered why the smell of rose water intoxicated me. To everyone I’ve met, they’ve all thought that the smell of it was harsh and too strong. It was a perfect thing to me though, and I just didn’t understand them as much as I would’ve liked. The fragrance of the rose, full and vibrant, it’s like I can see it. It’s like the petals are right in front of me, begging me to take a whiff of their powerful scent. I don’t think that it’s the rose that makes me adore it so much, it’s the smells that seem to come from it. All that’s in the bottle is water and rose, but I swear that I can smell the sweetness of orange blossoms, and the bitterness of fresh grapefruit. Mixed with beauty, it’s truly drowning me with its toxins.
I can feel the cold air already touch the tip of my tongue, and I only wonder how long he's going to make me wait. As I'm thinking, I feel the small object land, and my tongue instinctively curls up around it. At first, it's a bit sour, but it's not overwhelming in any kind of way. In fact, it's almost delightful. The sour turns to sweet, a sickly kind of sweet, but to me, it's a perfect kind of sweetness. Now that I think about it, it's a bit chewy, but it's beautiful flavours make up for that fact. When I finish the first one, I open my mouth again, waiting for another one, but it never comes, so I look up to him, finding him looking at me with his irritating smirk. “Hey, give me back my candy if you're not going to feed me.”
White noise, do you know what that is? It's a horrible sound, but it's all that I can hear at this moment. I don't really get it either, but anything people say, it just turns to static. I can't distinguish their voices anymore, but at least I still know what they're saying. Day after day, I wonder how much longer I can take this. Everyone just says it's my imagination, and they always tell me, “how hard can it be.” Just think about it, the sound of birds, water, of someone you love telling you that they love you, ending up to be just nothing but faint words. White noise is incomparable, and it's slowly but surely, driving me insane.