❝ 𝐎𝐇, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍. ❞
▶ 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 flowers grew from a grave that bled a love so strong.
[M.Name]'s first and last love was a man, and so was Gun's as he stands above his grave.
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❝ 𝙄 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙎𝙊 ❞
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♡︎♡︎♡︎ I LOVE THIS boy that smelled like citrus, he had a beautiful smile that only appeared when I'd look at him or whenever he gets a stuffed toy he really liked. He was neither too gloomy nor too upbeat, but he did bring colour to my life.
He loved octopuses and greatly disliked beans. I spent my time listening to him talk and admiring his voice. It was quiet and soft. I always replay our recorded conversations just to hear his voice.
He used to sit beside me in class at the very back, and he used to ask me to wake him up whenever a teacher would call on him so he wouldn't get in trouble. We ate together in a table far away from most of our classmates. And I'd pick out the beans in his rice or soup. I can't help but smile whenever he'd thank me for doing so.
He enjoyed the silence as much as I did, we'd sit in comfortable silence, just bathing in each other's presence. He was independent but leaned on me. We worked together, ate together, studied together, and went home together. He was the company I didn't knew I needed.
That boy was [M.Name]. A bright, charming, and precious boy that loved me. He was the flower I swore to cherish yet failed. He was the light in my life that faded yet his presence remains in my heart.
I got to know more about him in the several months we've spent together. Only then did I realize that I love him too. He wasn't just a normal student that was the embodiment of purity and kindness. He was the reason so many people turned for the better.
But I was far too late to let him know that I love him. That I was there to protect his heart. That I could've saved him.
Am I living my life in regret? Of course I am. I had let the opportunity of loving him and being beside him to slip away. I could've chased that opportunity. To catch it again and not let it slip away foolishly once more. But I stood there, stiffly, stupidly.
I could've given him all my love. I could've been his lover. I could've been someone good for him.
Today was August 20, Thursday.
I woke up feeling my heart and body aching. My eyes were sore from how much I cried last night, and in my hands I felt [M.Name]'s favourite stuffed toy. It was the only reason I could sleep peacefully at night. Holding the dearest thing to him close to me, in hopes I could still remember his touch.
I got up to take a shower and get dressed. His citrus scent coated my room. I bought the cologne he used to use and made a habit of spraying it on my bedsheets just so it reminded me of him. But it didn't feel the same. It wasn't the same now that he wasn't here.
The clothes that I wore was a matching set. He had the other half. I tiredly wore my coat and went out of my room.
Goo was surprised to see me. Crystal was even more surprised. They looked at me with worry and shock. I knew why but I just ignored them.
I was about to go out when Goo threw a question at me, halting me in my steps.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
"To him." Was my simple reply before leaving.
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A small box of takoyaki, a bouquet of flowers, and his favourite octopus stuffed toy.
Those were the things I brought with me as I entered the private garden. The sky was turning dark as I opened my umbrella, walking closer to the familiar center of the garden where his name was carved.
I lay the flowers and the takoyaki on the ground, kneeling to press a hand delicately on the carvings.
His body lay underneath me, perhaps his flesh was already rotting or worms were feasting upon him. But [M.Name] brought all these flowers to life. He was the reason why this garden was growing larger and larger.
He was surrounded by beautiful flowers, it's thorns wrapping itself onto the railings and the vines were everywhere. And at the center, just above his carved name, a zinnia flower was growing.
"Look, my love. It's your favourite flower." I whispered, looking at the zinnia flower.
Then flying past me was a dark butterfly, landing delicately on the petals of the flower.
Perhaps that was me, forever loving him.
"I love you, [M.Name]."
I let a tear slide down my face, dropping onto the ground below. I felt a breeze blow gently against me, like a whisper of the wind.
