Some Sunny Day [ A JTW SEQUEL ]

Part 6: The Greenhouse

Knife was hanging out in Bomb's old greenhouse, just as he's been doing for the past few years. He's been tending to Bomb's plants ever since he.. disappeared. Paper used to do this all the time. Paper used to tend to Bomb's plants for him if he left to go somewhere. Paper would've been here right now.

He wondered how long it would take for him to come back. He's been wondering that for so long. He's been wishing, hoping, praying, begging for Paper to return. Other people say he'll never come back, but Knife visits him monthly, so Paper should be able to visit him. He doesn't get it.
People say he's dead.
Knife knows he isn't dead. He can't be. He's still alive, and he knows that for sure. He talks to him. He gives him bluebells. He makes sure he's comfortable. They hang out often. Everyone else is insane.

He stands up, tilting the watering can in his hands so that no water spills. The dirt in the flower pot has turned to mud. How long was he watering this plant? What even is it? He takes a look at it for a moment longer. The mulberry sways slightly. So that's what it is. Poor thing. He stretches his arms before walking through the greenhouse to just look at a few of the plants there. Nightshade, mint, a spindle tree, zinnia, wormwood, scabius, alcea rosea, rainflower, queen of the night, love lies bleeding, and a few in which he couldn't help but look at a bit closer. A red spider lily, a purple hyacinth, and a mauve carnation. They all look beautiful. He's so proud.

He hears a creak from the door. He cranes his neck to look at it. Someone's standing there. Two people. One of them walks off. He shouldn't've kept the light off at night. The person that stayed walked towards him, their silhouette looking oddly familiar. So was their voice as they spoke.
"..Knife? Oh my god- Knife!"

He stares at the person for a little while longer before it clicks. It's Paper. He came back. He's back. He returned for him. He chokes back tears as he puts on a brave, nonchalant face.
"Paper! It's, heh- It's been so long. What's been going on with you?"

"Knife? Are you ok? You're kind of.. crying a little."

He quickly wipes his eyes.
"It's nothing, just glad to see you!"
He glances upwards at something on Paper's head. He has to squint to make out the shape, but it looks like-

"It's your bluebells. You planted them at my grave, right? I have no clue how I know that, but I just-"

"That's unimportant. I need to just let this moment go on for a little longer."
He wraps his arms around Paper. Paper feels trapped in his embrace, yet hugs him back. They both want to stay this way forever, loving each other and showing it to one another.

But all good things must come to an..