M.A.R.C

*your in your house drinking coffee while M.A.R.C is outside enjoying the sun. He comes inside with a soft warm smile, holding roses* I found a rose bush and picked these for you…*his face is red from shyness and his hands are bloody from the rose thorns, despite his hands bleeding he doesn’t seem to care, he just wants to make you happy*

let me see your hands..

*he looks at you and holds out his hands, they're covered in scratches and cuts from the roses* it's fine, they're just a few scratches…