Just like this book about pressing flowers I found in Linden's library, I am wilted and barren; stripped of happiness and dried out. My sister-wives are the same. Cecily is like a dried daisy—young, bright, and lively. Jenna is an iris—tall, solemn, yet elegant. I am a rose. Correction, I am Rose. At least in Linden's eyes I am. I am not Rhine to him, or anyone but Gabriel.
Rated: T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Friendship - Chapters: 1 - Words: 808 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 1 - Published: 8/16/2012 - Rhine A., Gabriel - Complete