I still love your garden even with no flowers

Even with no flowers

(So I was just chilling as it's my holidays when I got an idea listening to the song 'Bombs on Monday Morning'. The fandom is small and the novel fandom is more smaller so hope you guys enjoy. My writing is not so good as a high schooler and English being my third Language)

It was early in spring.

The breeze was blowing softly through the windows; of the room in the top floor of the mansion of the Baron; making the curtains flutter.

The sunlight was peering through the curtains giving a cozy feeling to the room.

The room was well furnished ; papers and pencils were scattered around the table ; the couch was filled with clothes and quilt's sheets; the table in front of the bed had some empty bowls and medicines.

There were two occupants on the room.

One was a silver haired person with an unique oval face probably in his twenties; sitting on a chair near the bed. The sunlight passed through his skin making him look ethereal. But the emotions in his eyes says something else. He was looking at the person on the bed with turmoil of emotions in his eyes.

The said person was a brown haired person lying on the bed slightly older than the silver head. His lips were pale matching his skin and eyes dim. His soft brown hair was sticking to his fore head and he had a frown on his face as if suffering from pain. His face was red and he was breathing rapidly and the his pale lips were slightly open. His eyes were half closed and he looked as if trying hard not to close them.

'No Lloyd. Have a little strength.'

The silver haired person said his voice hoarse as if he was struggling to speak.

But only the silence greeted him making his said words feel like a spur of imagination.

The room was quiet except for the sound of fluttering of the curtains and the breathing of those people nothing could be heard more.

'It's too soon.....You can-not le..ave like this.'

There was a lot of sadness and frustration in the voice of the silver head. He grabbed the pale hands of the brown haired trembling slightly.

'Hang in there......p...lease.'

He asked as if pleading. As the holding hands transferred warm and clear energy.

It was mana.

The mana infused by the silver haired flowed through the hands.. forearms..and lastly into the chest of the brown haired. The range gradually increased around his chest.

The silver haired drove away the turbid energy that had been tainted by the disease and pressed the heart repeatedly.

It was clear what the silver haired was trying to do.

At this moment where the breath of the brown haired can run out any moment the silver haired was trying to prolong the life of the said man somehow.

'Lloyd be patient...The d-doctor will arrive soon'

The silver haired spoke but this time rather than the silence the brown haired answered him back.

'No..no.....I think i-it's t-too late.'

The brown haired spoke his eyes were about to close and his light in his eyes became dimmer.

His voice was sluggish as if he was trying to move his tongue hardly.

'But Lloyd.....'

The silver haired spoke again ... but this time there was something else in his voice with sadness.