Flower Knows

Yellow Rose: A new beginning?

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The ear-piercing cries of the alarm clock had woken Beam from yet another nightmare, the fact that his head throbbed excruciatingly wasn't helping either.

He should've stopped at his fourth shot of whiskey rocks, yet he didn't.

The burn of the strong liquor was surprisingly euphoric.

And so, four shots turned into eight, and eight turned into countless more.

It was a wonder he was still alive and not dying from alcohol poisoning down some filthy alley.

He ran his slim fingers through his dark, disheveled hair, trying to soothe his aching head, at the very least.

Still, nothing could fix what actually was broken.

Beam's POV

Fireworks painted the dark skies vividly as the competition reached its climax, Mingkwan was hailed victorious, taking home the title of the new Campus Moon.

I took a glance at my friend; my dearest Kitkat was smiling subconsciously, eyes unknowingly focused at the man on stage who was as captivated as he is with him.

My chest tightened, it was too much. I excused myself in a voice that I could not even recognize.

I made my way through the sea of people wanting to catch a glimpse of the newly crowned prince.

I took a deep breath as I found myself standing in the middle of the empty parking lot. I tried to suppress a scream at the back of my throat, fought the tears welling up my eyes though they already stained my face without me realizing.

It was difficult; to see the person you have cherished for quite a long time, treasure someone else.

I have known Kit since childhood, ignorant brats unmindful of the complications certain emotions could bring. If I could turn back time, I should've gathered the courage to tell Kit of my feelings, I would've taught myself to take better care of my heart, I could've done so many things to prevent this demise.

But I didn't.

And even then, I doubt that I possess the ability to make him feel the things Mingkwan had. I have never seen him direct a smile to someone as if they hang up the stars at night.

I could never possibly compete with that.

"Hey, as charming as your crying face is, I bet you'll be more beautiful donning a smile instead." I raised my head midway as I heard that baritone voice ringing in my ears.

As if to mock me, long fingers were wrapped around one of the few things I grew to hate, flowers.

"Get that piece of shit away from my face." My voice was begrudging, I aimed to slap the miserable looking plant off from his grasp, but he was fast.

I heard the man chuckle, "Is it now? Flowers are everything but that, Ai'Beam."

I felt an unfamiliar prickle down my spine as I finally identified the man in front of me.

Ai'Forth. The former moon from the faculty of Engineering; one of the few men who could contest Pha's charms and looks, and also, his supposed-to-be love rival.

Not that it should matter now. My forever love stuck friend finally had his love recognized. I should know, he sent a gazillion of heart emojis to our group chat.