my love that flowers

                    [pov Abilene]

I hold my love confession close, proud that I could successfully write it. I skipped over to Jessie’s locker and slid the signed note in but he caught me…

He looked a bit confused “Hey Abilene! What are you doing?”

My face felt a bit hot as I stuttered “I Uh- I left you a note! A love note….” I said feeling embarrassed.

Jessie has been a good friend of mine ever since we joined the same poetry club in 9th grade. We are now in 11th grade and my feeling of love for him grew as we hung out and wrote with each other, rode bikes, and joked around, just thinking about him heart flutter.

He stared at me looking stunned  “oh- I don't-”

My heart shattered before he even finished his sentence, my chest, heart and lungs hurt as I felt tears well up in my eyes.

His face pitied me “I don't like you like that, your like a sister to me I'm sorry”

I felt a tear fall down my cheek. I wish I was more discreet so he could have read my note first so I didn't have to see his immediate response.

“It's- it's ok!” I smiled weakly trying to handle the rejection as I felt my throat start to hurt “ I got to go!” I said speed walking to the bathroom so I could sit and sulk.

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I made it to the bathroom, luckily it was empty as I opened a stall door and shut it.

I cry to myself “Why do I have to ruin everything!”I mumble to myself before coughing into my hands along with my tears.

I look down at them and see a petal.

The heart hurt more than the coughing or the petal so I ignored it as I cried my heart out.

I heard walking,so I covered my mouth to muffle my crying and held my mouth shut as I coughed as quietly as I could as more petals emerged from my throat.
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A week passed and the flowers still emerged alongside my hurt, but then a boy came up to me looking embarrassed. His name was Floryn I knew him from a lot of my classes,we talk quite a bit but nothing too serious.

“Hey abiline- I wanted to know if you wanted to go out with me!” He said with a bright smile.

I looked at him a little shook, I knew what I was about to do was wrong but, he seemed nice and like he could treat me right.

“Of course! I would love to go out with you!” I said with a small smile.

But I did not love him, I just appreciated the fact that someone, anyone loved me at that point and I was getting the validation I wanted. I was wrong but it felt so good.
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                   [ Floryn pov]

As I happily hugged her I felt the smile on my face. It felt good that the girl I liked actually liked me back.

We did a lot of things together like, went to dinner, rode bikes, told each other our life story but she seemed distant like something was itching at her

But she always seemed happy but her distance hurt. One day I was texting her and she took forever to respond, probably being busy.

I set my phone down and stared and stared at my ceiling, before I started coughing it was uncontrollable then petals started to fall out.

It hurt so bad but I didn't know why, or maybe I did and just didn't want to accept it.

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[Abilene pov]

It's been about two weeks since rejection and Floryn has been making me feel a bit better, with nice jester’s and dates but they all remind me of Jessie and as for the flowers I already have enough.

Me and Floyrn were walking down the halls as he was telling me goofy jokes. I do not think of him as my boyfriend even though he is, I feel too much guilt to call him so.

The flowers had slowed down till I had seen Jessie talking to a girl before kissing her. My heart sank, it hurt a lot and I wanted to cry.

“What's wrong” Floryn said looking concerned

“I have to got to the bathroom” I said before sprinting to the bathroom and running straight to the first open stall.

I started to vomit full flowers, it hurt so bad when threw up it felt like thorns scratching my throat.

Flowers and petals floated and twirled around the toilet I had just thrown up in. My tears of pain drop alongside the flowers as I continue to throw them up.

I was hurt that he loved another but there is not much that I could do about it.The most I could do was cry.

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                     [Floryn pov]

One she ran I looked over and noticed the couple that just kissed. That boy was the one she loved. This is when I knew. I covered my mouth as I coughed up petals.

She felt bad enough to go out with me, it hurt to know she just pitied me, that she didn't really love me.

We needed to talk about it, I don't want to date her if it made her miserable.

I started to cough harder and petals started to fall around my feet.
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                          [Abline pov]
After a couple minutes my coughing slowed down, and I checked my phone as I sat next to the toilet.

I had a text from Floryn saying “Hey! I hope your feeling ok, you ran pretty fast. I just wanted to talk to you about something! Can you meet in the meadow later?.”

It took me a bit to think of a response, if I wanted to go. I responded “Ok sure!”

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I met with him and we both sat down criss-coss sitting next to one another. Sitting in silence for a minute or two.

I spoke up “So what did you want to talk about?”

He looked over at me with a smile “Do you love me?” He says having a glint of pain in his eye, like he knew.

I couldn't bear to look at him directly in the eye “I- no I do not love you” I stuttered feeling my eyes well up with tears before hearing a cough, I looked over at the boy. He was coughing up flowers, and lots of them.

“Why did you date me?” He managed to mutter through his cough

“I-It felt good, it made me feel loved after I had my heart broken!” I cried before I started to cough.

We both sat there coughing and coughing we knew we weren't gonna make it.

He looked over at me “I hope we can find love in a different life” he said his face covered in flowers as he coughed

All I could do was nod, my throat hurt so bad it felt as if it was about to burst.

Then we both collapsed into the bouquet of flowers we spit up.