Red Lips Always Lie vol.3 [Bts fanfiction]

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Magnus's P.o.v:

          Tracing my feet on the wooden floor, I waltzed with an imaginary partner. Twirling, I stopped in front of the next plant and watered it just the way I did to the one before. A soft hum escaped through my lips as a sudden feeling of peace spread through my chest. I was glad that I had the opportunity to catch my breath a little bit, even though the realization that I needed this almost took my life. The past year has been hectic and it has worn me out. I pushed myself way too far over my limits. The truth is that, after going through everything, I was feeling one hundred times older. And that scared me.
          Sighing, I caressed the leaves of the Jasmine plant which received the water I poured on it gratefully. The plant felt so soft to the touch and it left behind a waxy feeling on the surface of my fingertips. I smiled. Spotting a withering flower, I wrapped my fingers around it and picked it up. It gave up easily, unlike other flowers which usually hold on tightly, trying to prevent the selfish being who wants to collect them from doing so. This one, however, didn't fight back. It fell limply on my fingers before it even lost touch with the plant that was still keeping it alive. Holding it as if it was the rarest object, I brought it closer to my nose and inhaled its perfume. Despite its weakness and almost completely withered petals, the flower endeared me with the sweetest of scents. It filled me up with joy and a smile spread across my face as, using my powers, I glued the flower back to the plant, offering it a second chance at life. Sighing again, I watched, amazed, how cells glued back together and the little flower was reborn between my palms. It was something so satisfying to look at. The yellowish petals became white again and, after I finished, it seemed to bow in front of me for a mere second. However, my moment of satisfaction got washed away by a feeling of fear which crept inside my stomach.
          Turning around, I felt my heart thumping painfully as my eyes traced over the Amaryllis. One of its petals withered and fell on the earth which was surrounding it. Placing the watering can on the floor, I headed towards the pot which was placed beneath the window. The weak afternoon light made its red petals look burgundy and a shiver went down my spine when another petal withered and fell. Gulping, I picked up the withered petals and a panic attack swept over me. Unlike the little Jasmine flower, I couldn't glue the Amaryllis back together. This flower represented Claecynthia, the whole wide world of creatures and, thus, I couldn't do anything to keep it alive or to end its life. It held the fate of an entire nation and there was no possibility for me to change its course. My palms started to sweat and I tried my best to envelop the flower in a golden layer, in an attempt to slow down the process of degradation. Blowing over it, I placed the protective layer on its petals and leaves and looked at it with an ever-growing worry inside my chest. I have taken care of it for the past few centuries. I was the one who kept Claecynthia untouched for these past few centuries. I was the guardian. And it seemed like I was dragging it after me in my miserable downfall. Could my weakness possibly affect the Amaryllis? Could it, in the end, affect Claecynthia?
          Biting the inside of my cheek, I lifted my gaze and analyzed the cloudy sky. Something inside me trembled as the sun hid behind one gray cloud. My eyes traced over the withered petals again, which, in the sun's absence, seemed to have a brown color. Sighing I understood that the future of Claecynthia was uncertain, but it surely was dark.