Sunny attempts to confess to someone he cares about, but It's not the confession that occurred in the hospital. This one is much harder.
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"Ah! Polly is calling me, I'll talk to you later, okay?" Basil stuttered through the amplified speakers of Sunny's cellphone.
"Okay... see you uh... later. See you later, Basil." Sunny choked out, hanging up on him. How embarrassing.
Two years. Two years since the confession.
Two years since he moved from faraway. Two years since Sunny started speaking again.
Two years since he had started going back to school. Two years since he has started taking speech therapy.
Two years since he had gotten diagnosed with PTSD.
Two years...
Such a small amount of lifetime can feel like forever. He was eighteen, almost nineteen now... strange to think about.
Although, two years is nothing compared to the four that he spent shutting himself out. What a disgrace.
Poetry. A few months ago, he had picked up poetry. His therapist had recommended it as a coping mechanism. 'A way to express emotion', they had phrased it. It all sounded like mush in his head now.
He opened the drawer next to him, taking out a calligraphy pen and some paper from a small compartment. He decided that he was going to write a poem. More of an unsent letter, if you think about it.
Basil. Oh, Basil. this timid, beautiful, perfect... Stop it. Now isn't the time, Sunny. Gush about him in your poem, not your inner monologue.
His ears darkened a light shade of red. He wasn't familiar with romance. His sister was dating Hero, sure, but other than that he had no experience in "first kisses" or... other things like that. Almost nineteen and a virgin. Freaking weirdo.
He began writing, writing his name and the date at the top of the paper.
Well at least he still remembers that...
He began writing the poem. It read,
"flowers.
basil flowers.
i see plants outside my window, and i think of you.
you.
i'm afraid to say it, but i'm in love with you.
all of you.
the way you garden.
the way you dress.
the way you speak.
the way your eyes shimmer when you cry.
the way your face flushed when your embarrassed.
the way your chest rises and falls when you sleep.
all of it.
basil flowers.
so delicate, so gentle.
so beautiful.
you're beautiful
to me.
- sunny."
A strong sigh left his lungs. "I ca-can't continue to do this... I just can't..." He groaned as he put his hands in his hair.
Of course he couldn't. Even if he had the courage to, he wouldn't deserve it. He doesn't deserve a god like Basil as his partner. Especially after everything he's done.
He crumpled up the paper, and threw it in the small trash can near his feet.
"Maybe another day," Sunny thought to himself.
Maybe another day.
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Basil X Sunny One Shots
Fanfiction(Yep, I'm hopping onto the omori fanfic trend train. Short sunnyxbasil stories,) (please note: these are various ideas i get either just thinking or generating from a prompt bot, some stories have fluff some are a bit sadder and angsty)
