I had carved a daisy on my wrist with an xacto knife,
It was to distract me from the pain in my heart and lungs.
I couldn't go out, not in this state.
My hair was a mess, blood dyed my hands, and my eyes were puffed from crying. My hands wouldn't even be able to open the door knob, since they were shaking so badly.
I sat in the bathtub.
I knew crying wasn't going to do shit, but it hurted.
Not my wrist but my heart.
I wanted to cry my lungs out.
I couldn't sleep, I felt like the flowers in my lungs would choke me to death.
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JULY 21 20XX
I don't like her.
What attracts Vyn to her?
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I can feel my lungs becoming an overflowing jug of water, but instead of water, flower petals were about to overflow my lungs.
I barely slept that night.
My bedroom was adorned with vibrant red petals when I woke up.
But as if that wasn't the norm already these past days.
It just was sad that the petals disappeared after a day.
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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...
