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Ryan- I love you but you never noticed

(F/F)= favorite flower

At this point it was basically the only thing you knew how to do, it was a routine. Every. Single. Day. Started and stopped the same way.

And it was all his fault, it started with his Damned smile. The type that could light up the block, the one that made others smile. Mostly yourself, it was hard not to smile when you were around Ryan. Except you convinced yourself that he didn't exactly feel the same about you as you did him. And it killed you inside. It slowly crushed you, petal by petal, flower by flower always tinted with the same bittersweet, crimson rose color.

Blood. Your blood, all because he didn't feel the same. And you knew that you'd rather die having feelings for him than loose them forever, never being able to grasp the little wisps, strands, and loose ends of feelings towards him.

Now we smoothly transition to you in one of the buzzfeed women's bathroom stalls coughing up tinted flowers and petals. Gasping, choking, drowning, and suffocating while trying to cough out the reason for your air restriction. In the ivory bowl ever so gracefully fell either a full (f/f) or one of the many petals glued to the sides of your lungs.

Shane, and Jen being the only ones to know how you felt towards Ryan standing outside the bathroom door wincing and grimacing every time they hear you hack, and choke. Jen wanted to come in but Shane told her to give you space, and Shane he couldn't come in because Jen stated bluntly 'has a penis.'

You wipe the strings of blood that clung to your lips and chin off with the back of your hand, and stood up flushing the toilet, and stepped out of the stall to rinse your mouth, and wash your hands and face In case some blood stayed instead of departing.

You wanted to cry. To curl into a ball and cry while hiding in the shadows of your bedroom and choke on your sadness and flower petals alone. The last thing you wanted was someone including Ryan himself to make fun of you for being so pathetic. But you continued on and acted like nothing had happened.

You hadn't noticed Ryan standing not to far away looking heartbroken, and concerned. What you didn't know was that you were both suffering, for Ryan had convinced himself that you didn't feel what he felt. He had learned how to keep his feelings and petals pushed deep inside of himself until the end of the work day where he would release the built up stress and petals in the privacy of his home, where no one could see him.

Both Jen and Shane have told you two that you feel exactly the same about the other. But neither of you believed them, who knows if it could be a prank. Games are meant to be played not your heart.

Jen jaunted toward you randomly one day with a stoic, serious expression.

"Do you love him?"

"Who?"

"You know who"

"Yes I do"

"Your both made for each other why can't you see it?"

"How do you know Jen you didn't ask him did you?"

"No I didn't. I know because you guys don't look at each other with butterflies and happiness. You look at each other with reality but at the same time, there's a full life and a fairytale awaiting you"

You stood there and watched as she walked away. Little did you know shane was speaking Ryan about this too. At that precise moment you felt the burning, suffocating feeling and you knew you had to find a bathroom.

You ran. As fast as your feet would let you, you ran until your lungs begged for air and you couldn't breathe. You made it to the bathroom but all the stalls where full, you were forced to suffer and struggle right there in the middle of the women's bathroom.

As soon as you dropped to your knees and started wheezing the people in the stalls came out to see you coughing up petals, flowers, and blood. This time it was stronger than ever before. Someone dropped to their knees to meet your height. It was one of the lady like girls.

"(Y/n)! (Y/n) your going to be ok but you have to tell me who it is so I can go get them."

You managed a small gasp of air to speak.

"Ryan it's Ryan. Please help me"

You started to sob, out of all your years on this planet this is the worst pain you have ever felt. You felt the hot tears plunge down from your cheeks and mix into the blood and petals on the floor. The other women in the stalls had dropped to your sides to try to comfort you. But the only one to do that was Ryan and you knew that.

Abruptly Jen, and the other woman came through the door with Ryan hot on their heels. He slid to his knees by your side and the other girls moved to give you space.

He lifted your head into his hands and made you look at him.

"(Y/n), (y/n) you have to look at me. Take a deep breath and breathe, in and out. In and out just like that it'll be ok keep going"

You did just as he said you took deep breathes and got air into your lungs without making a wheezing, gargled, gasp.

"(Y/n) I freaking hope that you feel the same as I do because it would be super unfortunate to have the person I love most in this world, die on a bathroom floor in an office building."

You could tell he was trying not to panic, so you wouldn't panic. He was trying to make the tension in the air thinner. He just wanted you to be ok.

"I don't know Ryan, do you love me? Because I love you. I have since my first day here"

"(Y/n) you have to be f*cking nuts to think that I don't love you"

As soon as those words left his mouth the air seemed to chill, the noise was drowned out, and you didn't pay attention to anything but Ryan's hands on your face, and his chocolate eyes. During your struggle you didn't notice that Shane had run in after seeing Jen and Ryan bolt to the bathroom, as well as a small group of your closest friends in the office wanting to make sure you'd be ok all standing in the doorway.

You didn't think about anything, you crashed your supple lips into his coarse ones. He didn't hesitate to kiss back, your lips molded like clay, two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together. Mixing in literal blood, sweat, and tears, putting everything you had for strength into that kiss.

You both pulled back sadly in need of air. At that moment, you started to cough again but not as harsh, everyone started to panic again until a single (f/f) fell into your delicate hands. In pristine condition, no stains, no taints, no imperfections.

You and Ryan shared a look and kissed again. Getting off the floor, you leaned your body weight onto him feeling frail, and fragile. He picked you out bridal style and carried you to your car planning on taking you home so you could rest, and regenerate.

He left with you in his arms, confirmed looks of relief and glee from fellow workers, and familiar faces.

Mentally he thanked Shane, and Jen.

He felt absence within his soul but found you to fill it, turns out happiness can be found on the inside as well as the outside.

WOO two chapters in one night I'm on a role.

so I really like this one a lot, one of my favorite things I have ever written. I feel like I put my heart and soul into this and I had to use a thesaurus to make sure it sounded sorta romantic at least.

Whatever comment, vote, follow I don't care I'm not your boss.

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