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The periwinkles died.
Her favorite.
She didn't cry.
The thought of never knowing, of living with regret, is suffocating.
Flower's death remind us of how fragile life is as the perwinkle whispered its deadly promise.
The flower had one meaning.
Everlasting love.
It died.
The weight of unspoken words crushed her. The feeling of living in a world wherein he was her light in the darkness but she only was a shadow to him.
Oppressive, choking, breatheless.
"If he doesn't feel the same"
The girl breathed.
A cold, wet floor.
Periwinkles scattered all over the floor. The girl in the middle of the massacre.
"If he doesn't return my feelings"
She hushed.
One last flower.
The last surviving flower.
A periwinkle in her hands. It needed water.
Tears touching the soft petals. Tears rushing down the girl's cheek.
But she didn't react.
"If he doesn't love me back, my everlasting love, will it break?"
"Will I ever be able to love someone again?"
Her air got cut off.
"I want to tell you that I love you"
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𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐞 - 𝐲.𝐣𝐰.
Fanfiction"𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘂𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽" Flowers die when they're not poured with water. In this game, she was the flower and he the water. ꧁ 𝓉𝓌： 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃 𝒸ℴ𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈 － 𝒶𝓃...
