oh, hello! [nct one shots]

flowers

[GOODNIGHT ALTERNATE STORY]

I walk out of this cruel hell hole at last,
Whew! How does time fly so fast?

I wait for a while outside,
Expecting for someone to give me a ride.

It was already near midnight
I worry for a bit but I think he's just alright.

I hear someone call my name behind me,
As I turn around, his mesmerizing existence is only what I see.

"I'm sorry for being late, my lovely queen."
He kneels as he gives the biggest flower bouquet I had ever seen.

I thankfully accepted his gift and wrapped my arm around his waist,
"Oh Chenle, these are definitely the prettiest."

"Not as pretty as you are,
You are the prettiest flower I've seen so far."

"And not as lovely as you are, my king,
You are lovelier than any other" I said as I kept on starring.

Your way with words has always captivated me.
Everything about you seems to just put me in great gaiety.

But these flowery words that come from you,
Only sugarcoats and blinds me from what is purely true.

You always say you're okay, and you say I shouldn't worry,
You never mention about the hurt that you carry.

An uncurable disease has weakened your system,
That's why you have never spoken about them.

I learned this hurtful truth at the twenty second of november,
The day when you were about to get older yet wiser.

We celebrated it together like we used to,
Ate as much and partied a lot too.

The world seemed to suddenly stop as I heard you fall,
I was clueless, I didn't know what to do at all.

Everyone was asking me things I can't answer,
The only thing I knew to do was to call your mother.

You were taken immediately to a hospital,
I prayed to God it wasn't anything fatal.

But there are some wishes that God can't grant,
There are those sometimes where we don't get what we want.

I visited you inside your hospital room,
Your body was near lifeless, your skin was pale, and your face was in gloom.

This wasn't the Chenle I was used to seeing.
The Chenle I always knew was happy, lively, and a strong human being.

I'm sorry you had went through this alone, my sweet friend,
Now, all of your pain has gone to end.

Your loss was bitter, but atleast you're free, my love,
Now you guide us as an angel from above.

The last words you told me was the words you always told me,
"You are the prettiest flower I had ever seen. Neve let anyone make you believe you aren't lovely."

Is this flower still pretty when it's old and frail?
Oh lovely reader, the end is near to our tale.

This flower had grown beautifully indeed,
It had a husband and kids which had grown to succeed.

But this flower's true love had never faltered,
Her love for her light and source of happiness stays unaltered.

The time she awaits had already come,
She now is tired and near to succumb.

My children have been weeping beside my hospital bed,
While I smile from cheek to cheek as I see Chenle in my head.

"You, my children, are the loveliest of all sights,
Let no one diminish your smiles so bright,

You are the bouquet of flowers my old lover had given me,
Let your beauty prevail and let everyone see,

I am sorry, my children for my early demise,
It saddens me to see your woeful eyes,

Don't worry for your mother, she is and will be glad,
For she will soon be reunited with the first love she had."

This was the letter she left her children,
This reminder, my readers, should never be forgotten.

You are beautiful no matter what you are,
Never let anyone turn your personality sour.