Greetings, my beautiful flower,
I saw you for the first time in a while. We went back to school for a makeup test earlier. You looked so beautiful, so ethereal. I hope you didn't notice me staring at you. Utterly mesmerising, utterly captivating. As I felt the edges of my mouth gradually move into a big smile, I felt the flowers stir.
Recently, my chest has been aching, I can barely get out of bed. I've been coughing up marigolds tainted with blood. I felt the blood stain my bed sheets. I grabbed weakly at them, closing my eyes in disbelief. Why is this happening to me? Was this all in vain? I feel... so weak. I heard some knocking at my door. Shocked, I shoved the petals to the side with the last bits of my strength, hiding them from your view. Is this the end? You waltzed in, stunning as always. I got up. Honking filled the air, followed by peals of laughter. Peeking through the window, I spotted your friends glancing at me, giggling away. Were they laughing at me? You stepped in and shut the door, but not before shooting a look at them. Eyes darting, you said something, yet I couldn't hear. The sounds of laughter, clouded by my exhaustion from the past few days, I looked down to the floor nervously. The anxiety shrouded my judgement, rendering me incapable of hearing what came out of your mouth. Why were they here too? You looked at me, face contorting into indistinguishable upset. Spinning around, you left, never to be seen again. I tried to reach out to you, but my body didn't listen. I can only say that regret filled me. Those felt like parting words. Parting words I never heard. Parting words which I wish I had known what they were.
Yours,
Oleander
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Blossom
RomansaSylvia and Oleander have been best friends from the womb. As high school comes around, both of them realise they might have deeper feelings for one another. Due to certain circumstances, they each believe their feelings were not reciprocated, hence...
