Daniel opens a tab on his laptop, traveling to social medias. He searches for Ash's accounts relentlessly, scrolling through every last picture and post available. He has to create her flower perfectly.
He slides the laptop away and starts at the paper. His hand has started to ache in the past days, and it takes all his concentration to continue sketching and coloring.
Within fifteen minutes, he has added seven more pieces to his overflowing walls. As he sits down to start sketching his other friends, he finds a flaw: he has no more wall space.
Deciding against stopping, Daniel begins pinning the papers to his ceiling and door.
He falls asleep with the lights still on.
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Daniel finds himself staring around his room, fully awake, around midnight. Three pieces of paper have fallen to the ground.
He jumps out of bed in a fit of rage and runs downstairs to the family office. He flicks the light on and rummages noisily through the drawers, looking for a certain sticky substance. He emerges from his search with two bottles of glue and three containers of mod-podge. Daniel dashes back to his room, shutting the door and getting to work.
In an hour, every inch of his wall is dripping in a transparent white goo, sticky to the touch. He's surrounded by a horror movie come to life, but he's created it.
He crawls back under his sheets. This time, though, he stays awake, staring at the dripping mess of his room.
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Mind Garden
Short StoryFigures dance about in the shadows of the dark; they are his flowers parading through his dreary garden at midnight. •TRIGGER WARNING• MENTIONS/HINTS OF: MENTAL ILLNESS, SUICIDE, DEATH, AND OTHER DARK THEMES IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO ANY OF THE ABOVE...