Sylph of the Sky, Flower of the Earth

There is in total two "antiquate" or "curse words" so a suppose I should put a warning for those who actually are "sensitive". Anyway this is the finale, there will be a separate author's not on the next page for those who are interested in more writing in the future or requests.-OPOC

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Hilda won't turn turn back, not now, not ever. Not even her name being called by the flower she cared about most would make her turn back. Where is she going? Most likely the observatory; she would lock her door and sit on the other side. How was it such a world could do this? Talk! What about?! She most certainly didn't like him in anyway and wanted to be alone, like she always has been. No one wants a witch, most certainly not a beautiful flower. Flowers are elegant and pretty, their petals bring color to this monochromatic world. She brings darkness. It doesn't matter anyway.

Knock
Knock
Knock

She won't open, not even for him.
"Hilda?!"
No...
"Hilda?!!"
"What do you want Cagney?!"
"To talk." Hilda reluctantly cracked the door, the sight pained her.
"Look I know you're upset and all but being a self centered cunt is not gonna fix it!" Cagney was...crying?

"I just don't want to talk about it right now Cagney," her voice cracked and her nerves were on edge, it was so easy to just open the door and fall into an embrace.

Why won't she let herself?

It's not nerves or anxiety,

She is scared of...

Hilda gasped and slid down the back of the door. The flower she cared about even thought she doesn't show it, he adored how he yelled at her in defense, she found it cute when he blushed...she...loved...him.

She tried to grasp it, her sudden silence making Cagney freak out from behind the door.

"Cagney." She managed to choke, "do you...like me?" A breath of relief could be heard from the opposite end of the door.

"Uh..yeah. Of course, you are my-" She cut him off, "No." she said, "as more than a friend?" There was a long pause; hearts raced.
"W-why does it matter?" Cagney asked, fighting off tears and a blush.
"Just tell me that you don't god damn it! Just say that you don't like me so this can end." She swung open the door, "Cause I like you, and sorry you have to deal with me all the time! So just go home...and settle down with a nice pansy or something..."

I do I do, love you

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She liked...him? His breath hitched and tears poured, it wasn't like him to be so...vulnerable....

"Hilda." He said gently leaning on her door. " I do love you." He pulled her into an embrace and their lips collided.
It wasn't perfect, it was far from it, but it was their embrace, their emotions that they shared, and no one could take these petals away.
She was a sylph, he was a carnation, finally as one, just as day meets night, light meets day.....