Tw: Angst + anime spoilers
Jean knelt down at Marco's grave as the sun rose over the walls. The slow breeze ruffled his hair and the color of the flowers that Jean brought slowly became visible. They were a dark shade of bluish purple. The man in the market had told him that the flowers were called Bellflowers and they had some deep meaning but Jean had already forgotten that. His head rested in his knees as he stared blankly into the gravestone of Marco Bott.
The morning mist dampened his clothes and at some point he heard someone crying. The cry was an agonizing sound that rattled his bones as a shiver ran down his spine. The birds in the trees around Jean and Marco scattered and they were left in a complete silence other than the cold crying that echoed around the graveyard. Chills continued to roll down Jean's spine as he disassociated.
Jean didn't know he loved Marco, he didn't know why he felt like ripping apart every part of his body to shreds while he thought of his 'friend'. The sensation was unreal, his heart was exploding with emotion, his ears were ringing because of the screaming and yet he felt calm. He was somehow at peace with the feeling although he didn't understand it.
The graveyard was usually full of people who had come to mourn loved ones or just follow behind one of their friends. Today was different, no one was there. Jean didn't put much thought into it but the gut wrenching scream continued. It was a bitter-sweet sound as though someone was letting go. Moving on but still being burdened by the past.
The whole world seemed to stand still, the grave the Bellflowers and even the breeze seemed to stop but Jean's heart continued to race. It made him feel guilty, he was still alive, his life continued on while Marco's had stopped. Why hasn't he died instead of Marco? He must have been so scared, all alone without anyone to rely on. Jean wanted to throw up at the thought of Marco being eaten alive and calling out for help at the top of his lungs with no one to respond.
As Jean sat listening to the pain-filled cry that continued to ring in his ears he felt his throat go numb and his breath shorten. His eyes had long started to spew tears and finally he realized he was the one yelling. The reason no one was in the graveyard was that Jean was crying in such agony that he had scared all of the living things away from the area.
The hours passed by as Jean continued to sit with his knees scrunched up against his chest. At some point he covered his ears because he didn't like hearing his own cry, it made him feel even more alone. His subconsciousness had told him from the start someone else was yelling but deep down he knew it was him he just didn't want to know that he was alone, it was just too much to bear.
It had become midday when he started his rought home. He made sure to go back the way he came. He didn't have a particular reason for it; he just thought going back the same way was necessary. After slowly walking though the market and bumping into many people he saw the stand that he bought the Bellflowes from. The man selling them was no longer there; only a sign that said he was gone for lunch indicated that he was even there.
Jean stepped up to the flower shop and leaned down to see the meaning behind the flowers that he bought Marco plastered on the large vase. The letters were slurred at first because of Jean's tears and puffy face but he was eventually able to see them clearly.
Bellflowers: The affection and constancy of everlasting love. The feeling of gratitude towards the person you give these flowers to will be seen as a love affirmation.
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