Reverence

3.1 I Will Live For You

A really late entry for Shuppet_kumo. I never got the inspiration to write this, but now I do. And this time it's something special. This is dedicated to eternally-cliche and Watzitchuya, the cutest Wattpad couple there ever is x3 Even though you two might not actually read this, I wrote it because I wanted to. Just call it a fanfic of sorts. I know the requirement was to make a sad backstory, but I just can't make these two lovebirds suffer xD Enjoy :)

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Memoria.

Larkin sat quietly at her drawing table, staring absently out the window. The lush green meadows danced to the blowing music of the wind, swaying like ripples in a lake. She sighed, laying her head on her arms as she watched her children play.

Squeals of laughter, and there they were, tumbling down the rising, falling, fields.

Larkin pulled her gaze away, sitting back up tiredly. Her eyes wandered to the flower pot that sat on her bedside table. It was a small thing, made of pristine white porcelain and blessed with intricate designs crafted by the hands of a god.

My god, Larkin thought, standing up and heading over to it. She picked up the fragile artifact, and stared admiringly at the single flower which sat snugly within.

A white rose.

It glittered radiantly in all its shining white glory, with effervescent hues of lilac and marine and the deepest shade of indigo tipping the edges of its petals. Her fingers brushed the back of the pot, feeling the words engraved into the clay masterpiece.

She knew what they were without having to see them - she had read them so many times she could even recite them in her sleep.

To my Snowflake

I give you all my being, my heart, my soul. Your beautifully innocent purity cleanses me, soothes the fire that burns within. I love you, forever and always.

XOXO Your Sunshine

Her eyes began to burn, and she hugged the pot to her chest, hearing the blood rushing through the veins in her ears like a tsunami.

A single tear dripped down onto the rose's glimmering petals, glinting like a transparent pearl.

"Watzi..."

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It was Monday. The start of a new day, a new chapter in her life.

More torment.

Larkin lethargically dragged herself to Watty Academy, feeling her eyelids droop with each heavy step she took towards the place she detested.

School.

It was equivalent to studying in Hell. Her teachers were unfair, she was a nerd, and because of her rather 'unique' appearance, she was constantly getting teased.

Yep, Hell.

The bell rang, and she quickly shuffled to her seat. The teacher came in a few seconds later. Class, he called, slapping his rolled-up file against his palm. We have a new student with us today.

Larkin sighed, slumping in her seat boredly. Another new student? The school sure was becoming more famous. In the past few years, more students had joined the 'Watty Family', as the principal liked to call it.