Your mother called last night. She told me you had Hanahaki disease in its final stages. You told her not to tell me, it seems. Apparently, you kept calling out for me too. I immediately left my date and ran to you. You were lying on the bed, so pale in contrast to the stained bedsheets all around you. Red marigolds lay around you. And you, coughing and sputtering. All of a sudden, silence. You were gone. I looked around and smiled myself silly.
Marigolds, of course. Devastated, I wept. Your mother stood by the door, watching me. I hugged you tightly, wailing. Don't leave me here! A wave of salvias came rising up. Brushing them away from your chest, I spotted a purple object. It was reaching out to me. I grabbed it and plugged it into your laptop. Oleander, I see you again! So bright and lively here. I knew you didn't leave me! Pulling you into my embrace, I smiled contently. A brick of cold touched me. I snapped out of my daze. Where did you go?
Some sniffling reminded me of Aunt Gabs by the door. She came and pulled me into a warm hug. I let a slip a tear, feeling myself go numb. Letting out a final cough, I plunged into darkness. Peace washed over me. Is that you I see? Your smile, it's back! That's also you! You're everywhere!
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Blossom
Storie d'amoreSylvia 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...
