Flowers.
Tairitsu hates them.
Why?
They're the only thing she can think of.
The girl cloaked in conflict lays on the bathroom floor amidst blood and... roses?
Its funny... Hikari loved roses. She always has. Her favourite type of rose is the white rose. Tairitsu cannot forget this, even if she wanted to.
"Why... Why is this happening to me... ? What did I do to deserve this... ?" The girl muttered weakly.
The roses were most certainly stained with Tairitsu's blood now.
The girl laughed to herself.
This is laughable.
"I thought... I thought she loved me... ? I thought she cared about me... ? Why am I so.... so.....
so STUPID... ?"
She was struggling to think straight. Struggling to speak. Struggling to breathe.
Her will to live was strong.
Stronger than it previously was, at least.
She used to want to die. Every single moment she was awake was pure and utter hell.
Being surrounded by bad memories, ONLY bad memories had made her unbearably miserable. She wanted to disappear.
She hadn't really appreciated the beauty of "life" until now.
"I don't... I don't... !"
A strange burst of energy coursed through the girls veins. She WILL not die. She can't die. Not now. Not after everything Hikari went through to bring her back. Not after everything they've been through together.
"I don't WANT THIS!!"
She picked herself up off of the floor in a fit of rage and slammed her fist into the bathroom mirror, shattering it upon impact.
She made the detrimental mistake of looking into the shattered mirror. She saw memories.
Memories of the person who makes her the happiest, but also the person she cries over until she can cry no more.
Memories of her.
Memories of Hikari.
YOU ARE READING
These Brittle Memories I Exhale
FanficTRIGGER WARNING ; SENSITIVE TOPICS SUCH AS SUICIDE Hikari and Tairitsu have finally found their happy ending... or so it seems..? How does one love again? (this is my first time actually attempting to write something in Years i apologise)
