petals of longing. [mileven au.] DISCONTINUED .

two.

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as the morning sun filtered into mike's room, he roused from slumber, fatigue lingering. making his way to the bathroom, it was now routine—a quiet acceptance of coughing up flower petals each day. swiftly tidying himself and tending to his morning ablutions, he then proceeded to the dorm's kitchen. there, amidst the quiet hum of dawn, he prepared buttered toast. a sigh escaped him. perhaps he had stirred from slumber a touch too soon.

adorning himself in a cozy brown sweater, paired with sturdy boots and acid wash jeans, he stepped outside the dorm. there, awaiting him, stood elaine, ready to greet the day.

"morning sleepyhead." elaine joked, making mike smile. in elaine's presence, mike's angst dissolved like morning mist beneath the sun. her companionship held a special alchemy, brightening his world with a warmth he cherished deeply. being with her was his solace, a remedy for any inner turmoil.

"morning el." he mumbled, before walking out the rustic building. "you look a tad bit drained." elaine remarked. "don't i everyday ?" mike responded, admiring the pearly white foxgloves dangling from the stony walls. "yeah actually, are you okay ?" mike nodded, he did look pale after all. 

mike and el continued their conversation as they approached the grand, rustic university edifice. ascending the medieval-esque staircase, their paths diverged as their classes beckoned, each finding their own classrooms within the hallowed halls. mike had mathematics first. maths was a breeze for the raven haired boy. too easy he got an a+ on every scholarly exam. elaine had science, she loved learning about the world we live in. 

with three more classes ahead, mike made his way to his next session: history. among his subjects, history stood as a realm where his prowess shone brightest. yet, within its narratives lay echoes of anguish, mirroring the depths of his own somber life.

in the middle of history, he had an urge to cough up those roses yet again. he attempted to control it but just couldn't. "professor, i have to make my way to the restroom !" mike said, the professor nodded, opening the door.

into the bathroom he ventured, the familiar ritual of coughing up vine-red roses unfolding once more. the resonance of his coughs echoed loudly within the walls, yet in the silent chorus of the world, no ears tuned into his discomfort.

cough ! 'i wish you loved me !' cough ! 'i wish i was good enough for you !' cough ! 'i wish i was yours.' he thought.

the rest of the day was fine, he completed his classes and returned home with elaine.

"you know, there's some new rumor in our university." elaine said, looking at mike. mike gulped. "what is it ?" "someone in our school's definitely dying, the janitor heard severe coughing from the boys restroom. he wasn't able to enter for some reason, he saw a bit of blood on the sink."

crap. mike thought.

"horrible, innit ?" mike said.

"yeah, poor guy, wish he'd just go to the hospital instead of suffering here." 

as mike and elaine retraced their steps back to their respective dorms, preparing to bid farewell, el's concern surfaced gently. "you seem a bit paler right now" she remarked softly. "everything alright?" her words carried a whisper of care, a subtle observation that didn't escape her attentive eye.

"yep, all alright, just a little cold." 

yeah, just a bit cold. suck it up.

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author's note : next chapters gonna be real angsty, i hope you guys enjoyed this one eh ?  i'll be returning to nyc on sunday, but me and april will still talk then ! love ya <33 xoxo, petal thief.