Encompassed by you{dnf}{fluff}

5~ Aster

He looked down at his wrist. West. "Surely they know! The compass keeps lighting up! Surely!" The young man began to have a panic attack. "I'm not ready! I'm not ready. I'm not-" he kept repeating, but as a panic attack starts one thing is sure to follow. Salty tears trickled down his cheeks, he came crashing to the floor. No one was here for the brown haired boy, no one to comfort him, no one he knew. It was just this lonesome man sitting, knees to chest in a motel room he could barely afford.

"No! It'll be alright? It's just your forever partner" No matter how hard he tried to encourage himself it wouldn't work. The thought of comement terrified him. His was losing control of his breathing rapidly. Only talking short breathes, gasping for air. George has never been in love, what would it feel like? What is love?

He thought back to when he was young. Would his parents be happy? Happy with him? What would happen if he should up at their house? Would they yell like usual? His parents would give each other chocolates and hugs. Then the next day yell at each other and him. Is that love? Yelling at each other? Giving chocolate? The thought of this brought him back to how hungry he is.

George hadn't eaten in almost a day, his stomach growled voraciously. He needed food desperately. Somehow of all things food had calm him down. He stood up from his sad cry and shuffled into the bathroom, still sniffing. His eyes were diffently red. Should he go out? Even if his were red? Sure. What's the worst that could happen?

He marched out of his motel room, down the stairs and out the entrance of the motel. George strolled around the city looking for somewhere to buy food. He passed a few people, he immediately looked at his compass afterwards. None of those occasions did it light up. Eventually he stumbled upon a small shop, selling groceries. George only bought a cup of instant noodles, but he knew he would be the again soon.

He walked around the city taken in his new hide out, stearing clear away from where the compass points. George finds a small flower shop in centrel city. Even though he can't see colour, he still loves the smell of flowers, so he decides to walk in. Inside were shelves upon shelves of flowers, all different sizes and scents. He finds a beautiful blue flower sitting on the windowsill. It was almost like a daisy, but there was colour. There was a card sticking into its pot. 'Aster' it read out. George knew he wanted it, but he had no idea how much they were.

He walked to the counter and rang the bell. A young man around George's age walks in, and goes to the counter. "Hello and welcome to Floris& associates. What do you want?" He says with the slightest hint of sarcasm. He stands behind the counter looking annoyed for no reason. He had long black hair tied into 2 alien buns. "How much are the Aster's at the front?" George asks very awkwardly in front of him. "I don't know. I'll go get the boss" he says rolling his eyes then left.

He comes back with a taller man, with strawberry blonde hair and fox ears. Matching his ears is a tail. He limps in through the back door. "Hello, my friend said-" the ginger man began. "Not your friend." Says the man from before. "Right, he said something about the Aster's? Is there a problem?" He finishs. This man looked oddly familiar to George. Had he seen him somewhere? Impossible, he's been moving since 18. So where? "Wait... Are you the fox I-" George said but he was quickly cut off by him. "Don't say it. Yes I am. Now what do you need?" Said the 'fox'. "How much are the Aster's? Your associate said he didn't know." George asks for the second time today. The 'fox' mumbles something under his breath "For you their free. Hey could you meet me behind the store at 3 O'clock today?" He said and without a word said from George he leaves.

Guess he has something to look forward to? George takes the Aster pot and leaves the store. He retreats back to the motel he's staying at. Now looking at it closely, it's a lot like him. Blue, alone, probably constantly moving. " Danger" said a voice. He looked around no one was there. How strange? This had only happened once before, and this was with Ranboo. Before he knew anything someone had ran into him, causing him to trip and fall on his face. "S-sorry" says the voice still running away. Sadly the pot holding the flower was broken in multiple places. "My flower." He says still on the ground. George had scrapped both his knees and hands, but the only thing he cared about was his flower. He knelt up grabbing the pot, plus the broken peices. He jogged to his motel room with was luckily only around the corner.

He gently placed down the pot on the coffee table, and the groceries on the island in the kitchen. George rummaged around looking for super glue to fix the pot. And in the last draw was a tiny tube of super glue. He rushed through fixing it, wanting to put his flower on the windowsill. And so he did, he put it on the windowsill for it to dry.

He stumbled into the kitchen to make his instant noodles. It was just plain noodles. Nothing else to it. George dug his fork into the steaming noodles, and twirled it around. In it went, into his mouth. His face light up, he hadn't had noodles for such a long time. Practically since he was 5. The clouds looked grey and heavy, and sure enough. It began to rain.

Music quote! "It'll be alright" paragraph 2. Sad song by Scotty sire!

This is an aster everyone!