Returning to the snowdrops - Time travel Neuvifuri Modern AU

Prologue

Things to note:

This is also being posted on ao3 so please no one come at me there
˚✧₊⁎ = time skip (flashback, going into the future)
• = time passing (later on in that same day, or week)

This will be in Neuvillette's perspective but the proceeding chapters are not (for now).
This is an ongoing written story, I've only pre-made 3 chapters.

Enjoy!

On the first day that I saw it on the news, it was worse than a puncture through my heart, rather a hole in my soul.

I felt a shiver draw through my whole existence, my fingers, my eyes, my lips, they quivered in fear and with a lack of hope, because the one who opened that door to that thing you called hope, had dropped dead before me on live news, fifty seconds ago. I couldn't bear to face the news and yet my body, there, I froze. The suffocating thoughts of loosing you suddenly clustered my mind; I couldn't even inhale without feeling as if I would burst. All I wondered was if I could I breathe the once scented snowdrops that we played in the fields we played in when we were younger?

Could I please be brought back to our youth so I could avoid this terror, this catastrophe, this disaster? It paralysed my body, yet I chose to stand up. I chose to saunter to you and find you and lie to myself that your current state was just a faint figment of my insanity. And that you were still here, glimmering on stage like the morning dew descending on the crispy grasses.

Like I said, they were the ones we played in with Snowdrops.

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"I have something I have to tell you Furina," I could remember that day out of all of the ones we'd spent together, the most. It dried my lips, made my heart burst, I could recall the anxiety I had even just asking you to listen to me.

Your crystals pierced my skin as you looked my way, your eyes were gems, yet when you harboured curiosity, they looked gold. Shining beauty that only derived from your interest. And then it dropped, your excitement, it folded, your cheeks crumpled, lips were licked, and a hair strand was pulled back behind your ear.

"Look...Neuvi, I have something to tell you too." I should have been able to decipher it, the look on your face, the one of anxiety rather anticipation. You were going through something, yet I was blind to it in my immature boy state, and I just couldn't grasp what it was at the time.

I was so desperate to believe that you were going to confess to me, amongst the snowdrops, the pond and the bright azure of a sky, that I lost sight of the actual story you would've told me long ago.

"Shall we tell each other tomorrow? It's the last day of the school year, I think that would be a beautiful way to commence in your new endeavours, maybe even our new endeavours," I coughed and whispered, purposely hiding my voice between embarrassment and the cringey catch lines Wriothesely had taught me.

"What?" You lifted your head from my broad shoulders in confusion.

And then you clicked your fingers, as if something had almost fell into place.

"Right, right. We should tell each other tomorrow, I will. We'll meet here, and say it at the same time." Then your fingers intertwined with mine who were three times bigger, a smile began to creep up on my face, to hide it– it was impossible. The anticipation consumed my being because I was convinced you would communicate the same words to me that winter afternoon. I was convinced the weather wouldn't bother me one bit because our mutual confessions would keep me warm.

Could I have been even more wrong?

On that very day, my sight had not found you.

"Wriothesely? Pardon my intrusion but have you seen Furina?" I'd been at our sanctuary for more than ten minutes after school, assuming you had just been running late. However, our concluding class of the day together was one where we didn't cross each other's paths.