Wilted Rose (Larry Stylinson one shot)

Part one

I entered the University gates staring at the guard who looked bored as hell. Walking through the noisy halls, with chatter of students like a swarm of bees, there was a ringing in my ears. Heavy footsteps, slamming of rusty lockers, laughing and whining of dramatic peers, teachers screaming to hurry up and clear the way... my uni was the home of so many moments.

I glanced at the theatre hall while walking to class, I had flashbacks of my performance a few months ago, which was probably the last time I saw him in a state that was healthy. 

The nervous feeling when I was on stage, performing "A Midsummer Night's Dream", my heart was running a marathon. Beating in my chest so hard that it felt like anytime it would tear apart my chest and fall out. 

But, I made it. I saw him in the crowd, giving me a thumbs up, smiling. It increased my courage, and caused my heart to settle back into its place. A goofy smile replaced my nervous face as I expressed my lines in a posh voice, declaring the love of Lysander towards Hermia. At the end of the play, he clapped so hard that it could be heard over all the whistling and clapping of the other peers in the hall. His grin was so big, that it looked like it could light up a dark room, that it could be visible to a blind person, that it could fix all the broken hearts in the world. 

But today, as I saw him, it broke my heart...

I walked through the filled halls into my science class, with chelsea boots making a clicking sound as i walked. A lot of kids were waiting for the teacher to enter and start the lecture, which not even a quarter of kids in the class would care about. The backbenchers were sitting on the tables with their feet hanging, as they typed away on their mobile screens. The nerds sitting on the front benches, with noses stuck into fat books and glasses perched on their temple. 

And there he was, sitting on the middle bench, where he looked at me with gentle eyes and a weak smile. His thin, frail lips were perched together, which were once a strawberry pink color. But these days, it looked like someone had stolen their color, sucked away the life in them, and left them dry as a rose that had wilted because of the lack of water. His tired eyes, they had eyebags under them, and were faded. But, they were still blue. Crystal clear, blue. He waved at me, with his thin, frail hands. The hands that fitted perfectly with mine, curvy and healthy, as we walked hand in hand watching the sun set back into its bed of the horizon. We would intertwine our fingers and stare at each other, cherishing the moment as much as we could. 

He was so strong then, and oh I wish I could say that in present tense. Because as much as we deny it, we can't change the fact that he isn't the same as he was before. His heart disease took him away from me, as he was slowly melting away, fading into a dark space, never returning. 

Despite the heartbreaking sight, I walked over to him, and gently took a seat beside him. As I cradled his cheek, his calm eyes stared into mine, never looking away. I wanted to get lost in his eyes, wanted him to trap me in them, wanted to mix the green with the blue and make that beautiful color of the sea. 

He came closer and cut the distance between our lips. He kissed me ever so softly, his thin lips moving over my plump ones. I kissed back, refusing to let this moment slip away. When he pulled back, he noticed the wetness of my eyes. Looking at him in this condition made a tear escape my red rimmed eyes. 

He was quick to wipe it, kissing my tear away. Even though it broke me even more, I forced myself to pull everything together. I had to be strong, not for me, but for him. Sadly, I couldn't. I wasn't that strong. I wasn't strong enough to survive without him. So, I cherished him until he was with me.

Which, unfortunately, didn't last long. 

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AN: hey guys... this is my first ever story, and it only includes two chapters. The second one is way longer than the first one, and i'll update soon. This was never meant to be written as a Larry au, or be published, I wrote this in my POV when I was in a very bad mood and all I thought about was death. I just liked it really much so i thought to publish it. Sorry for any grammar mistakes... 

Love, S xoxo