1: Withering

"Unfortunate souls like me need cosmetics to be socially accepted." I pulled my knees closer for security. "Even after endless amounts of effort, I am thrown to the side as part of the crowd."

I heard movement, and felt his weight land comfortably on the end of my bed.
"So, why can't you drop the background character act, and care about your Rose itself rather than the paint that suffocates it?"