For You,' |SparklingHerb Smut-Angst|

🥂She Said🥂

[Author's Note: I've improved a LOT during this book's hiatus, so apologies for the sudden change of writing style..! At least it's better... I hope.]

!!warning for rape/SA + explicit scenes!!

———

Sparkling POV

My mother once told me that children should always love their parents. She said they would do anything to keep them happy. And I did love them both, for the most part. Until they started fighting when I got a bit older. But before that, I saw them as the most wonderful people in the world.

You could probably sense how heartbroken I was when I found out that they had left me in the care of my grandparents. It gave me a strange, hollow gnawing in my chest followed by a foreign cold presence at the tip of my fingers.

No amount of love could fill such emptiness, is what I thought.

Around that time, I had finally matured into a young man— and by that I mean a naive high schooler who thought popularity was anything and everything.

I never stooped down as low as Vampire who was his usual partying, underage drinking burnout. But like all guys around that age, I tried hitting on girls. Some were honestly way out of my league, yet I surprisingly still managed to get with some. 

That love was soon turned into a distorted lie; that even the words let's break up meant nothing to us anymore.

Did I ever even love them? Or was the love that I tried to give merely something to numb such hollow pain? For a while, until senior year, I ended up figuring out that seeking such two-faced love was something impossible for me to do.

But then I met her.

So many things had happened leading up to that point— from exchanging smiles in the hallway to her asking me out one Friday after school.

"Sparkling? What do you say?" She had asked. Was she smiling when she said that? What did her face look like?

Oh.. how funny. I can't seem to remember her face that well. 

Or her, even. What was her name?

..No matter.

Now, my vision of our past relationship is blank. But I still can sense the fleeting colors in my lingering memories from when I was still with her. 

I was happy.

One day, we went to her apartment after school for a study session. But... something was wrong. Something was different.

"Please... ng.. stop.!"

Everything was dark. Everything in my memories is foggy.

"Please... ######...ah— it hurts!"

I thought she loved me.

"Hah... i-.. i c-can't... move... anymo—aaNGH"

I really thought she loved me.

———

Herb POV

My mom once told me that she loved me more than anything in the world. She said that no matter what, she'll always stay by my side. And, well, I believed her!

I've always been a quiet kid, shying away behind the scenes and barely speaking a word. I liked my mom because I got to clench onto her soft, silky dresses as she rubs my head with encouragement to go and play with the other kids.

The one and only thing I could've loved more than her would be all the plants and flowers that grew in my elementary school's garden. I practically lived in here.