You are quite like a wilted flower,
neglected,
dried out,
and crumbled into pieces.
But, why did you still catch my attention with that beyond-belief beauty of yours?
All you need is a little love to bloom,
a little care to grow colorful,
and a litt...
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XLIV: Wilted Flower
Sins of Creation | Hidden dangers and dark consequences tied to something brought into existence, with a lingering mystery.
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The room lay still in the dim morning light, shadows drifting softly across the walls.
The air was thick with silence, almost untouched, as if it too was holding its breath.
Only the faint rustle of cloth and the soft steps of the girl moved within it, breaking the quiet like ripples on calm water.
She moved slowly, her black hair spilling over her shoulders, falling like a dark veil that seemed to blend into the shadows.
Her breaths were quiet and careful, filling the space in the barest of whispers. There was a hesitance in her gaze as she crossed the room, and for a brief moment, she paused to look back.
Her eyes settled on the figure hiding beneath the blankets on the bed, and a sad smile curved at her lips, tinged with both sorrow and something unspoken, a tenderness for the boy hidden there, retreating from the world.
With a sigh, she turned back, her footsteps growing softer as she reached the side of the bed.
Kneeling down, she reached out, and with a gentle, almost reverent touch, she slid her fingers beneath the edge of the blanket.
The fabric was cool against her skin, and her hands were cold from the quiet tension, but her movements were steady as she began to pull the blanket down, inch by inch, careful not to startle him.
There, curled beneath it, was Minho.
Shadows pooled beneath his tired eyes, which remained shut even as the blanket slipped away, as though he could make himself disappear.
His face was turned toward the pillow, lips pressed into a thin line, his fingers gripping the edge of the blanket in a futile attempt to keep her at bay.
Since the day he had returned from the hospital, he had hidden himself away in this small, dark cocoon, too ashamed to face the world.
More than that, he was unable to bring himself to look at her, the one person he had ached to see, yet feared most to face.
