Why can't I be her?
You wanted more
You wanted him to brush your hair gently and laugh softly with you. Not as a part of his job, but out of his own accord.
You got greedy after having him help you, you really wanted someone to be there for you, you wanted a relationship.
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.
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The room lights were dimmed.
Even the flowers seemed to wilt.
You neglected them to spend time with Vyn.
You lean over the sink as your fingers dug into your scalp, pulling your hair.
It hurt.
You even tried calling Vyn, but he didn't pick up.
"Why, why," you stared at the reflection as you screamed, "Why does it hurt like this? I should've stuck to myself-!"
Your voice quivered at the end, it was a desperate wish and plea to whatever God there was. You scream and the flower petals would choke you up in the middle, as if they were making fun of you.
A night was spent in the washroom, bleaching your hair and dying it.
You even went as far as buying eye contacts in your sorry state.
There were flower petals on the bathroom floor, dyed red, but you ignored them.
There were whole flowers coming out as you screamed, but you ignored it.
You just treated this as a part of your once in a month break down.
Yeah, It was normal.
Emotional unstable mess you were.
No matter how cool you can play it off with your expressions, your heart had a mind of its own.
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Florist (Vyn x Reader)
Fanfictionhanahaki tw . . . Your heart doesn't feel alive, even though it clearly beats, but towards Vyn and your sweet garden, flowers seem to bloom and you can feel the butterflies in your stomach tearing you apart. . . . Inspired by the song, I Hear a Symp...
