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𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓪 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓶𝓮

𝔀𝓮'𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼

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23.11.22

Hi again, today is your birthday.

Happy Birthday! :))

I wish your life was filled with joy, laughter, and love. Stay happy and healthy, drink your tea.

Anyway, it's been a long time since the both of us hung out and drank tea together.

Well, ever since your girl came into your life, she has been like sticky glue stuck to you, but that's what you like about her, I believe. No offense, though.

You've made me a third wheel today; it was so awkward, but I can't blame you. You didn't realize that, and it's alright. Your girlfriend looked so annoyed by me when the three of us went to get cotton candy. It's kind of funny to watch her fume in jealousy and anger. I don't mean to find it hilarious, but she looked like she was going to kill me right there.

Luckily, this whole day went well overall. As long as you're here, I bet your girlfriend wouldn't dare to do anything to me.

Thanks for today, Wriothesley.

When I saw you kiss her, my lungs burned and my heart throbbed. I had a coughing fit and began coughing up small purple flowers. Since they weren't pink or lavender anymore, I did some research, and I've only had a few months to live now.. but it's okay, I still love you, and I always will. ^^

Sorry, I had a coughing fit right after our hangout ended, and I ran away.

𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓼

𝓼𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓵𝔂.

I understand that you will never feel the same way I do for you, Wriothesley. And it's okay; I wouldn't fall in love with me either. How does it feel to have me thinking about you all the time? It's all a little tragic, isn't it? Sad, I guess. I hope you can save me now, but we weren't meant for each other..

I just want to know when my heart will stop so I can hear your voice one last time. I'm so tired of the flowers already.. I have gotten more pale, and I can't sleep at night because I can't breathe. I never meant to depend on you or anyone else because I promised I would never feel this way towards anyone. Yet here I am.. sick and dying.

I'm not crying; that's not what this is. My love for you created a garden in my lungs, with these beautiful flowers blooming.. but I've forgotten about the thorns..

These flowers and thorns between my ribs—I can't breathe for the pain of them. You split my ribs open using your bare hands, but you couldn't repair all the damage. Please don't be in love with someone else..

𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾

𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽

𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮..

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