Toko rugged at her black dress. 'Komaru would have loved this dress.' She thought morbidly.
It's been three hours since the funeral and Toko had finally gained enough composure to open the letter. Her hand traced around it, wondering wether Komaru had touched the same place. Wondering wether Komaru has licked this envelope.
Toko shook her head, 'Don't chase after the dead' she reminded herself. Opening the letter as gently as possible, Toko pulled out the paper, and read the navy blue words.
'Toko,
I wasn't sure what to write for your letter, if I'm being honest. It's what I was doing before you came into my room.
I'm in love with you, in every single way. In a platonic way, in a way like family, and in a way that you don't love me back.
You need to be more confident in yourself. You need to remember that I could have lived, but I'm selfish. I wanted to love you till I died.
Every time I realise I'm not the one, my heart breaks a little bit more. At some point, I don't know when, but a violet flower blossomed in my chest, fed by love.
Although my love for you was beautiful, it suffocated me. I didn't want to kill the life growing inside me, it was born from thoughts of you, after all.
So, thanks. Thanks for letting me die with flowers in my lungs and with you happy.
Will death pluck these flowers from my chest and give them to you? I hope so, that'd be nice.
But flowers wilt in the end.
Endless love,
Omaru'
Folding the letter as tears threatened to spill Toko found it hard to breathe.
A dull green flower blossomed in Toko's chest, one that was planted the first time they met.
She was cursed to have met Komaru Naegi.
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'Ding-dong' Toko opened the door to Makoto, her eyes red and puffy.
Makoto couldn't look her in the eye, but he gave her a flower crown, weaved of vibrant violet roses that smelt of blood.
Toko started coughing, and a faded green petal escaped her lips.
A blood petal.
