Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

Flowers

“In another life you see all the flowers I bring you.”

“I brought you Tulips again. Your favorite.”

Sighing, I took a spot near him, taking my time arranging the flowers. He was always a neat freak, and I don't think anything could ever change that. Anything at all.

He didn't speak. Exactly like last time I saw him.

“I wanted to see you sooner, but it just seemed like everyone else needed something from me. Everything's been a lot lately. I’ve even been able to sleep again, even if I didn't really want to.”

Crossing my legs, I took one of the flowers to begin picking at the petals. I always do that. Take one so I can sprinkle the parts of it around him. It may not be like the others, but I think he deserves something unique with how special of a person he always was.

“I want to bring you new kinds of flowers. I know these are your favorite, but I think it'd be nice. You wouldn't mind if I changed the routine, right?”

Staring blankly at the ground, I blinked away tears. Even now, years later, I hate crying about this. That's not what he would ever want. All he ever wanted was to make me happy, and if he couldn't, for me to be happy. He always made me happy though. He never failed to bring a smile to my face.

“You're my everything. You always will be,”I whispered, finally looking up, my face expressionless as my heart broke all over again in my chest.

Knowing he would hate to see me like this, I grabbed the old flowers that were beginning to wilt. Placing them to the side of me, I used my hand to wipe some of the dirt off the stone, making a silent note to clean it better eventually.

“I have to go, but I’ll be back. You know I’ll always come back,”I whispered, sprinkling the petals I had collected in my pocket. Standing up, I grabbed the old flowers as I left, my footsteps getting heavier and heavier the further I walked away from him.

Away from his grave.