Life's love //Old

Chapter 3

                                                            how the mighty fall

CHAPTER 3

Mitch put down his herbology book on the coffee table, and gently put the newly cleaned petals into a small leather bag. He had spent the last few minutes after the coughing fit, identifying the flower petals.

he new which petal belonged to which person, what flowers they came from and there meanings. just his luck to his dismay he got pretty bad ones, though they represented them nicely.

Finnigan's petal was easy. It was a bright fiery rose petal, full of passion and thorns.

Austin's flower is the kinder one for hanahaki and it's a marigold.

Valerian's is another painful one as his flower is a massive clump of multiple, his is a blue hydrangea.

Fear embedded itself into his soul when he finished identifying the flowers, He new at this rate he wasn't going to survive the hanahaki for much longer. He had a month or two at most, mere weeks if he's unlucky and looking at it, it was the most likely case of his condition.

He was scared, his life would be ripped from him in such a short time. He had considered the surgery but he feared forgetting more than death at this point. It was such a sappy thing for him to do he'd rather die then forget the ones he loved it sounded straight out of a romance novel.

He knows he's on the second stage so he'd have to be more discreet and secretive if he wanted to hide his illness from everyone. He new it wasn't smart to hide his condition but he couldn't bare the faces of friends and family if he told them.

The look of concern from his friends would be to much though he doubted they would know what it is. His family on the other hand would force him to take the surgery or perform it themselves.

Both not preferred options.

It was still late at night, at the moment it's around two forty in the morning but he didn't think he'd be able to sleep even with magic assistance. He blinked triedly his mind awakened and full of fear to fall into slumber.

He shakily stood up and walked to the kitchen, trying to quietly make tea as fast as he could. He didn't want to awaken the many creatures that were asleep around the house.

Once he got out his favorite herbal tea blend his father taught him to make, he quietly filled the kettle. Turning the kettle on he snuck over to his still packed up boxes and searched for the one labeled 'BOOKS'.

When he found it he opened it up and scoured the box for some books he could read.

He found two that were light hearted and full of sweet gestures that he felt like he really needed right now.

He heard the soft click of the kettle signaling its finished boiling the water. He walked over to the coffee table, placed the books on its wooden surface before tiptoeing back to the kitchen.

He retrieved his favorite tea pot from the cupboard. The teapot was covered in pictures of mother birds and their chicks, calmly sleeping in each other's embrace.

He finished pouring the boiling water into the teapot, grabbing the prepackaged tea blend. He Gently dropped it in with a small satisfying sploosh, carrying it slowly back towards the coffee table after putting the lid on.

He poured himself a cup of tea with the pot's matching mug,after letting it steep for a few minutes; curled his body in a blanket on the couch in a loose burrito. Calmly he took a sip of the tea.

Forgetting that it was just boiled "ow!" he exclaimed as he burnt his mouth on the scolding liquid, and hastily playing on the table.

He glared daggeres into the comfert tea that just batrayed him, still scoling he turned to his book and read for a bit wait for it to cool down.