Taking in the scent of Camellias resting between her palms. There she stands inside her little flower shop in the crouded Yokohama , surrounded by the flowers she loves dearly close to her heart. A vintage nature aesthetic fits her exactly just right , unlike the breathing smoke. Spring sensation feeling the aroma of the room , attracting the bees and the butterflies to come and greet her before they bid their goodbyes.
" ──(Y/n)? ,,
She opens her eyes , her sight glancing towards the door with a ringing bell on top of it. Quickly , she placed the camellia bouquet on a table before sprinting in front of the silk dark haired male and covering his sight with her palms.
" Close your eyes , there's something I want to show you. ,,
And he did just that. Without anymore hestitant , she took a tied bow rose red box and the camellias on both side of her arms , presenting it with a dearest genuine smile.
" Happy birthday , Hirotsu. You can open your eyes now. ,,
The fondness in her voice filling his ears. He opens his eyes , meeting his violets with her gentle irises. A smile came crept onto his face , applying her smile to widen.
" Thank you , (y/n). I really appreciate it. ,,
He exhaled , taking the flowers and the present box. The female giggled and placed her hands on top of his , shushing him before he could speak.
" You can open it later. For now , let's blow the candles and eat the cake that I made you! ,,
The female beamed , taking his arms before they begin to wonder off.
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Laying on a hospital bed , her breathing slowly rapid. The fragile lungs of her only holding her for not much longer. Her antiques eyelids slowly open and close. A vase of camellias on the bed side table accompanying her weak ceramics figure.
She dreamed the camellias field , surrounding the doll like figure of hers and flooding her lungs with the fresh scent of the tenderness and the butterflies entering her stomach. She dreamed being underwater , her legs slowly and flawlessly swimming through the wet petals , hoping too reach the sun light up above.
She dreamed of his birthday , the day that she planned to confess to him but couldn't because of her silly little tongue held her pitiful words back down her throat. She dreamed holding his hand , interwining them both together. She dreamed giving him the camellias she had planted with her soul and heart , wishing it to never wither. She dreamed the past , a nostalgia that always bloom her dearly fragile framed glass heart.
She dreamed of dying in a slow and beautiful way in cause of her ability , coughing the blood inside of hers and falling down as her legs died down without moving. She dreamed writing a letter to him , pouring her whole senses into it , only to be hidden for eternity and burnt away to crisp and dust.
Unfortunate , he wasn't there for her. She was alone there and there. She wouldn't blame him , he was a busy man after all. And she just spends her life in a loop inside of her own world. She was hoping him to came , though seems like it's too late now.
Her lids became heavier , she kept herself awake , but her strength is not enough. Her heart rate decreased instantly in that moment , forcing her into a deep slumber.
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I guess this is a the time. I'm sorry I couldn't be there with you anymore.
The slide door opened with a loud slam , his figure behind it. Panting and breathing rapidly , his eyes widen at the sight and his ears filled with the long beeping of the non-existent heart rate. He was late.
Farewell , Hirotsu Ryuro-kun.
I love you.
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Empty hollow of the petals decorating the inside of his. He remembers the camellias she first gave him , underneath the hidden glance of the tree shade. At first , he didn't understand why she gave it to him , the meaning behind the beauty.
Like a mother bird , she is. Putting him first other than herself. She said he never leave her even when the moon or the sun leave her , was it true or not is never answered even after how many times he questioned her.
Tattering silent breaking the little town he imagine in his head. He remember the time she gave him the scarf as his last present , a
deja vù come pass by , the sight of the (e/c) irises closing and will never open if it's just for him again made his heart ache. He never see the world with the light and dark definition. It's all the same for him , justice is never served , only making a side better than before , a monopoly between humans. But this change him completely.
Love isn't something that he would consider as important nor is it labeled as needed. Though , she was different. The imprisoned cage of lungs filled with smokes , getting clear each day they spent time with. It broke him. Broke him how he couldn't make it in time , a goodbye was never spoken , withering petals without her to take care anymore , corrupted by the world.
A girl in the middle of camellias field , holding a beautiful craved wooden basket , smelling the scent between her palms. Painted the blue sky with white clouds as company , there she stands alone in the middle of the framed painting. Strands of (h/c) locks falling down and resting on her figure. She looks so peaceful , on the country side. Her face showing the (e/c) irises , the wind flows and playing with the hems of her dress.
He sits in front of the painting , done by her brother. People walk pass by , some analyzing the painting. He sits there , not bothering to move aside somewhere else. There's always one thing that he will looks at whenever he comes. A water color painting , 'camellias mother' is the name of it. A copy of a love poem , written beneath the painting for the visitors to read. Some says it was a painting of a little girl died because of an accident near the flower fields , other says it was a presentation of the peace in the country side where no smokes go.
Though , he and her brother were the only ones who knows the truth. The family love of her brother pushed him to make the painting as a memorial of her unknown figure , for the world to see that not everything is black and white.
But even if that's so , now he's just a falling camellia.
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BSD ONE-SHOTS || SFW & NSFW
Fanfictiondiscontinued, i'm doing one-shot requests on a new book.
