He wasn't sure when it started, but they was now everywhere scattered through the empty halls, cluttering his desk and clogging every drain in the bathroom. The small delicate white and yellow flowers busied Gatsby's vision always, filling his mansion with their sweet scent. What wasn't quite as sweet was the aching pain in his chest, stealing his breath away before he even had a chance to catch it. The ever growing flowers sprung from not only his lungs, as he discovered one day when he cut his hand on a broken wine glass. He watched the petals curiously unfurl as he unwrapped the bandage carefully. He felt his heart catch in his throat at the sight of them. He mind started to spin with anxious thought. What could that mean? What would Nick say? How would she....? Gripping the drink cart for support as the room rocked around him, he tried to calm himself down my focusing on the broken glass. After a few moments, he turned on his heel and walked briskly through the set of huge doors and out of the door.
In his expansive library he found a small book describing his condition. Hanahaki Disease, it was called. "An illness borne of one-sided love, causing flowers form and grow in the lungs of the unrequited. If the love is not returned, the flowers filling the patient's chest will eventually prove fatal." How poetically just, he thought as he stared numbly out the window across at the green light, that these particular flowers mirrored the word that hung on his mind always.
Daisy
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Just a small bit of writing for a drawing I did. I'm a bit rusty, sorry folks.
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SonstigesA bunch of random one shorts or short story's I have written. Woo-hoo!
