the Man who whispered to flowers ; Hyungwonho

the Man who whispered to flowers

My love-Kisnou
Tale of a Man who whispered to the flowers-Kisnou

All these flowers, they reminded him so much of Hoseok.
It was painful keeping them, looking at them.
Having to see them each and every day.
The tiny violets on the windowsill. The hyacinths, the tulips, the daffodils, the fragrant lavender in the front yard.
He kept them all.
Not a single flower had died since that time Hoseok had left.

He wouldn't go outside, the world had already forgotten about Hyungwon, but it was fine, as long as the world would never forget about him.

But he cared for the plants.
It was as if watering them and looking out for them ancored him to this world, it kept him from drifting away.

He couldn't look out of his window.
Directly there, in the garden right behind the glass was a bush of dark red roses.
It hurt so much seeing them.
They were Hoseoks' favourites, he used to spent hours and hours watching them in their full beauty.
He had often cried when he sat next to the bush with the flowers. He had talked to them when nobody else was there.

He got up from his bed, stopped dreaming while watching the violets grow.

Do you remember when we first met?

I wanted to buy flowers for my grandmother, and when you reached them over the counter you said "Funny, huh? We cut them off as if they were lifeless objects and send them to our relatives for their birthday." At first, I wondered why you thought about such things, but I understand now. The flowers had more welcomming warmth than people for you.

I came into your shop again the next day. Just because.
Actually, I had a reason, I came because I knew you would be there.
I liked your view on the world, it was different to me.

In all those months I visited you I never saw you smile until I told you that I loved you.
And you said it back.
I knew you couldn't stand it when people stared at you directly, yet you looked at me with the most beautiful eyes in the entire world.

Remember when I moved to your place and I got attached to the flowers as well?
You would only let me care for the cactus in the kitchen because it rarely needed water, and I a lot of the plants had died on me before.
It seemed like I did not really have your talent.
But believe me, I loved them.
I loved you.

You couldn't understand humans and they couldn't understand you.
I tried to help. I tried to help so badly, but I was one of them.

And now you're gone, and the flowers will forever be the only thing that have ever given you peace and salvation.

He put down the pen and stared at the paper.
The ink was smudged in some places where his tears had landed.
He quickly folded it in half and opened the glass door that led out into the garden.
He headed towards the roses, filling the watering can with shaking, pale hands.

He hadn't been there enough for Hoseok.

And now he kept the flowers alive.
The flowers that were the only thing he had left behind.

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I have no idea if this will be an oneshot or if i'll write more tbh
If anyone can guess what was wrong with Hoseok ur the real psychiatrist and ily