《roses》 ☆bfb/bfdi au☆ [COMPLETE]

3. hand

leafy

"leafy..." it hisses.

i don't know what it was.
i don't know why it was here.

"who...who are you!?"

it snarls at me. "there is no need for introductions. listen to me, leafy... you and i... we can..."

"no... be quiet! i don't need you!"

"leafy... you NEED me." it hisses, louder.

my chest feels tighter.
it's getting harder to breathe.
i'm sweating bullets at this point.

"no...NO!"

...

i jolt up in my bed.
what the hell was that?

i check my surroundings. okay, everything seems normal. i feel a bit better now.
i look at my bedside and spot the rose i had picked yesterday. oh, i should give that to coiny. my face lights up slightly as i wonder how happy he would be.
i get out of my bed, still nervous and shaky about the nightmare that had just occurred.

my hand tingles. i must've slept on it because it feels pretty numb.

...

walking down the hill, i spot coiny. i run over to him in excitement. i double check if the rose is in my hand, firmly behind my back. good. it's still there.

"hey coiny!!"

"hey leafy! i was just going to look for you! are you feeling better?"

"mentally, yes. physically, not really. my hand hurts a bit." i turn away, nervous. "but hey, i-"

i notice he isn't looking at me. instead, he's looking at what's in my... other...hand?

"you brought me two roses? wow, i... um, i really appreciate it, leafy!" he chuckles, nervously.

my brain fries. "no, wait, um. i just meant to give you...um, just one. i swear i just cut one..."

"no, look."

coiny does something unexpected.
he grabs my arm and pulls me closer to him. i don't know if he's noticed, but he's holding my hand.
everything around me disappears, and all i can think about is the flower that's made itself a part of me.
and, well, of course,
COINY. HOLDING. MY. HAND.

oh. my. god.
i'm going to die because of this stupid flower.

my mind snaps back to reality, and i realize how much my hand is hurting. i yelped and jerked my hand back, flushed with embarrassment. "oh. um. i, ah, i'm sorry about that. i think. my um. my hand... might be sensitive. ha."

i look back at coiny. he's equally embarrassed.

he clears his throat. "okay, but seriously, there's another rose in your hand. maybe, like actually in your hand."

"really?" i spare a glance at it. "oh. but... i don't remember holding another rose...? hey, wait a second."

"hm?" coiny's still staring at the flower.

"this is exactly where i had got pricked last night! i saw this rose," i nodded towards the flower i intended to give him, "and i thought about giving it to you. but while i was picking it, i got stabbed by one of its thorns."

"and now there's a rose that's just growing from your hand?"

"yeah, i guess? this is odd."

"maybe it has, like, scientific special properties. i bet golf ball could figure out a thing or two about it.

and, as if it had a mind of its own, the rose seemed to grow in my hand at the mention of golf ball. with my already sensitive hand, this caused me a TON of pain.

"OH MY PHOTOSYNTHESI-"

★★★★★

I WAS SO EXCITED TO WORK ON THIS CHAPTER U DONT UNDERSTAND

Coiny knew exactly what he was doing. I bet that mf just wanted an excuse to hold her hand !!!

Ok this is where the plot stems off from original roses

-mint