Dead roses. Mendable heart.

Chapter two- Past

Flashback to when Y/n was with Hanma

Y/N's POV
He's so tall, and happy. He makes me happy. I can't believe we just got matching tattoos, he got them on his hands, I got them on the outside of my thighs. It's nice right?

I've been with him for a year. He's my love. My favorite thing in the world. He smiles at me and it makes me feel like there's no problems in this whole world. He takes away my problems, my pain, makes me feel like there's nothing wrong.

"Hey Hanma, where are you going?" I ask him.

"No where, My love. Just follow me,"

I follow him and I see this clearing in the woods. It was like a little picnic in that clearing.  Roses with a note, our favorite foods, favorite snacks, anything you could think of. God he's so romantic when he's not doing his dumb gang shit.

I hug him, and as I hug him back he brings my chin up and to kiss me. It's so nice.

As he brings me over to the blanket with stuff, I see the beautiful roses up close. I can't help but smile, I want to cry, he's so lovely.

He's handing me the roses and our hands brush but this time I feel the back of his hands, they're tougher than usual, it's weird. I look at them in the moonlight and see scratches and marks, he must've gotten into a fight. Goddamn it.

I don't worry about it, I take the roses from him and look up and I see him with glossy eyes. He's crying.

I put down the roses and hug him tight, his slender body leaning over me. I let the wetness on my shoulder not bother me, he's probably just sad.

"I love you," I hear muffled.

"Oh my love, I love you so much," I replied. "Why are you crying?"

He gets off of my shoulder; i wipe his tears.
Grabbing my face, he says "I've been with you for a whole year now. I never thought I would actually fall in love with someone. You're absolutely beautiful, you are more than enough for me, you're the love of my life and I couldn't do anything right now without knowing that I would have you to go home to,"

"Oh my god," I say trying to figure out how I'd ever match how much that means. "It's crazy how long we've been together. Like 365 days thinking of you, knowing that I'm with you, with the only boy I've ever loved, who I'll ever love. You're my whole world. You're so special to me, and I couldn't ever forget how you've made me feel so great, you're the person I think of when I want to be home. You're my home."

"Turn around," He said.

And when I turn around I feel something on my neck, it's a necklace with an S on it. I love it.

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3 months later

"I told you to stop fucking fighting shuji! You're gonna get badly fuckin hurt!" I yell.

"Can you fucking stop yelling I'm fine!" Shuji yells.

"Are you sure you're fine cause all I see is a bloodied face and hands. You promised me you'd stop and here we are again arguing about this for the third time this week. Are you ever gonna stop?"

"Do you really expect a gang member to not fight? I'm in a gang Y/N for the love of god. Does that not go through your head! I can't stop fighting."

"I don't know how much I can deal with this stress. What if one day you come home so hurt that you die. What if you don't come home at all? How could I survive knowing that you're out getting hurt."

"If you don't have to confidence with me to come home safely then maybe for your sake it would be better if we weren't together at all."

"What? That's not what I meant."

"But it is. That's exactly what you meant."

"Please don't leave." I plead.

"Y/N. If you don't trust me with my own life. Then you can't trust me." 

"But-"

"But nothing. I love you. But I can't be doing this. Good bye."

With barely any strength I try to yell out, but I'm crying too much to even try anymore.

That was the last time I saw him. 3 months ago.