This will be a highschool AU because why not 😀✌️ ____________
Today was the day, the day (Y/N) would confess her feelings to the boy named Mello. He was attractive, yet not the most attractive guy at the school. Some may say that it was Kurapika, whom was the most attractive, however (Y/N) didn't care at all for the Kurta.
She always had her eyes focused on the chocolate lover, ever since middle school, and she'd let him know directly after school.
She told him to meet her at the school's beautiful back rose garden, that had been managed by the Gardening club who, fortunately only met once a week, and that day, wasn't today.
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The scar face boy walks through the roses, laying his eyes upon the girl.
"So (Y/N), what did you need?"
Silence over flowed the two, as (Y/N) gained the courage to say the three words that had been constantly repeating in her head.
"I like you."
She said it, the awkward tension between the two rose, as the young girl awaited her response.
"I'm sorry, I'm flattered really, but I have my eyes set on something else right now." The boy paused and looked down. "Goodbye." And he began walking off.
(Y/N) fell on the fence behind her, tears immediately falling from her (E/C) eyes, she held her knees to her chest, and rested her head on her knees, sobbing into them.
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The Art club's prompt today was beauty, to depict something that one found beautiful. For Kurapika, that was the gorgeous blue roses that grew behind the school, they were a unique treasure, that reminded him of his childhood, as the area in which he grew up featured similar flowers.
They weren't the same exactly, but it still brought a sad nostalgic feel to the Kurta each time he laid his eyes upon them.
He made his way to the rose garden, with permission of course, walking through the big flowery arc that was the entrance to the garden.
He heard soft whimpers, cries of someone he had yet to identify. Stepping forward out of curiosity, he spotted (H/C) hair, and (S/C) skin.
It was (Y/N)...
The sight pained him, it made his heart ache, he was confused why he felt so melancholy seeing her sad.
The once bright and strong girl, was now fragile and dull. He wasn't particularly close to her, per say, however he was always drawn to her, he couldn't help but admire her.
He had noticed he had been awkwardly standing there to long, and finally did something.
"(Y/N)..? Are you okay..?" He walked closer to her, the crying girl lifted her head at the sound of the new voice.
Kurapika noticed how red and puffy her eyes were, the expression she wore on her face brought him so much despair.
He got down to her level, and held her face gently, wiping some tears of of it.
"(Y/N), could you please tell me what happened..?" He gave a caring look into her eyes, she slightly nodded, sniffling a bit.
The blonde let go of her face, and pulled her into a warm, comforting embrace, rubbing circles on her back, letting her rest her head in his chest.
"I confessed to Mello, but he said" she hiccuped, and sniffed in, "he said that he has his eyes set on something else right now." Tears over flowed from her eyes recalling prior events.
'She likes Miheal Keel?' Kurapika felt a small painful pang on his heart, he had no idea why that was, but he couldn't help but hurt hearing that the girl was already in love with someone else.
The boy stayed silent, allowing her to vent, he knew she needed it. "I expected a negative response, I did, but it hurts so much more than I imagined, I feel Im selfish right now, crying over someone because they have goals."
Kurapika's shirt was wet with the (h/c) haired girls salted tears, yet he never said a word about it.
"Well (Y/N), his words were, I have my eyes set on something else right now, correct? The only thing stopping him are his goals? So maybe you still have a chance, if you truly do love him, then maybe you could wait for him." The words exiting his mouth did not match the ones in his head repeating, that, 'she should just move on, look for someone else, it's great that he doesn't feel the same.' However something told Kurapika that, that's what he wants to hear right now, not the sobbing girl in front of him.
Yet he couldn't see it, the fragile girl smiled, "Thank You Kurapika, you're right... I should try and wait for him, maybe, just maybe, we could talk something out..." she took her head off of his chest, looking up at him. Her smile now clear and visible.
"It's no problem..." his heart rapidly sped up, as he felt his face flush, that's when he realized, he liked her. He loved this girl. This girl that would never love him back. It ached him so much to realize, but he just had to deal with it.
He let go of the embrace, freeing the girl, she stood up while wiping her face with her hands, and dusting her self off. "I'll be heading out, and again thank you so much Kurapika." She walked away from the blonde after she was done speaking, exiting through the big blue rose arc.
Blue Rose...
That's what she was to Kurapika, his personified Blue Rose.
A unique treasure. Beautiful to look at, but it brings pain when ever one does. The constant reminder for something that you'll never have.
The Rose reminded him of the flowers of the Kurta that he'd never see again; while the girl, an unrequited love he felt.
He plucked one of the roses of its stem, holding it gently, as tears stroll down his eyes, that were now a vibrant hue of Scarlet. He gently traced his fingers on the rims of the blue rose.
Oh his beautiful, brilliant, blue rose...
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Word Count: Around 1021
This whole idea came about because of Rejection + Comfort, but I dunno one thing lead to another, and now we're here.
