Prologue

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The girl whose heart feels's a thousand petals tends to breath a thousand nettles.

UNKNOWN POV

I look up from my sink, nose runny and eyes swollen as if I was standing in a field during spring, and at my mirror. 

My eyes were bloodshot, and warm tears ran down my cheek as the pain inside my chest increased. 

I go to wash my face when a fluttery feeling tickles my throat, burning me as I cough. 

No matter how hard I cough it won't move, the feeling of burning ripping through me. 

I lean over the toilet as I carry on coughing, my eyes watery and ears numb to outside noise. I keep choking until I can feel a warmth in my throat. 

Almost like vomit, but there's something different

Something wrong.

Gaining a temporary amount of oxygen I decide to stick my index and middle finger into my mouth, allowing them to snake down my throat. 

Gagging heavily I quickly remove them, allowing whatever's stuck in my throat to come out freely, I shut my eyes tightly, the pain of it travelling through my throat bringing tears to my eyes.

A bitter, flowery taste fills my mouth making me gag once more, only to have the same taste fill my throat again. 

Once I'm sure I've let it all out, I walk over to the towel rack to clean the sweat and tears off my face. 

"What the hell was that about?" I mutter to myself, clearing my throat a few times as I go to flush the toilet.

My eyes widen once I see what floats on top of the blue water. 

A thousand yellow petals lay peacefully on top of the water, occasionally topping one another due to the water movement.

I reach down and grab a petal, inspecting it with a heavy heart and even heavier chest. 

Lilies. 



~end~

Death has always been so ironically pretty

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