flower boy - klance

six

it'd been six months.

six months since the giant carnation appeared on the side of keith's temple.

he had just gotten a coffee. he was walking down thirty-first street. he... all he wanted to do was go back to his dorm and sleep. he had made it into the lobby of the dorm building before the security guard pointed at the side of his head and covered her mouth in fear. the carnation was huge, the petals almost covering his eyes. he didn't even feel it appear, why didn't he feel it?

he never wanted a soulmate. he prayed every day since his first flower that his soulmate would die. he didn't want some higher power making decisions for him. he didn't believe in a "higher power" at all. he just wanted to be him.

so why has he cried every night for six months, hoping his soulmate was still out there? why did he want this so badly, after not wanting it at all?

keith flicked his cigarette butt into the grate under his feet. it was four in the morning, and he stood in the center of times square. he loved it here; it was dead silent, and the cool, new york city august air ran through his long hair.

he lifted his hand and ran his fingers through the red petals protruding from the side of his head. it made him anxious, but at the same time, it calmed him. it let him know there was someone on the other side, and for the first time, he was okay with that.