Feathers & FLORES [One-shot]

Feathers [ONE-SHOT]

He will never tell them what has been happening to him.

Everything that happens to him is a matter of himself and no one else.

He will never seek to harm others in their problems.

But... Still, it hurts.

It hurts so much that his pupils rain all the time.

It hurts so much that every beat of his heart is a stab of pain.

It hurts so much that even Hanahaki has planted itself inside him.

He has already lost count of how many times he has died from that illness, the one that condemns him to letting him know that he is never loved the way he does.

His absence is not just because of the job of being a reaper, but rather he is looking for some way, a cure for that bad that follows him wherever he goes.

It all started... When he finally accepted his feelings.

He admitted that a feeling arose from his heart, a forbidden one.

And he knew it, he knew it that what he felt was wrong, that it was not right.

But still, he tried to talk with the person who stole his breath, the one with whom he felt safe. The one who protected him, taught him and they even played and shared a little son together.

Their blessing, that little egg who brought them together at the first time.

Chayanne was everything to them, they would never forgive themselves if something happened to him.

But still, The Merciful Death tried to talk to him, his platonic partner, about his feelings.

But he couldn't do it, not after spitting out some petals earlier that morning.

He knew it, he knew it was that illness, and he couldn't feel more miserable than the same day he discovered that his love was so great that the illness had to tell him: "don't do it, he doesn't love you."

...

Time passed, and the skeleton became increasingly weaker.

Luckily, his clothes helped him cover much of his body, so he could go unnoticed most of the time.

But when the problem became bigger and bigger, the flowers were visible on his clothes and he could no longer go out without being covered by a long, loose tunic that covered him from his neck to the tips of his feet.

Every morning, he woke up with the horrible pain in his gut, that is, if it didn't wake him up in the middle of the night causing him to never be able to reconcile a full rest.

He felt how the roots and flowers began to break through, opening and piercing anything in front of them; The bones, the skin, obstructed the veins and their lungs too. The oxygen was often insufficient, but it hid it perfectly.

Being a non-mortal being in this world caused his suffering to be more eternal, more painful and lasting.

The flowers that grew inside him were always red, carmine like blood and also large, like the love he felt for him.

He quickly went to the bathroom and vomited there, or rather, he spat out all the roots, petals and flowers that failed to stick enough to avoid being discarded from his body.

His mouth hurt, were flowers sprouting from his gums?

I felt strong pains in my head. Will petals grow instead of hair from now on?

His ribs were burning, roots were beginning to settle around them.

And he no longer felt his knees, because small flowers were beginning to sprout from them.