My Truth Untold **oneshot**

I Still Want You

He:
I poured everything I had ever had into one object.
All my passion. Every time I cried, it was on the ground next to the slowly growing creation.
All my being. The garden is the first place o always flew to; and sat on a marble bench to talk.
All my love. This flower holds my future — a fantasy spinning in liquid blue silk. Now captivated as I bring my hand along the petals. Slowly my naked thin glides the silk and my breath comes out slowly. But — I have always had a secret wandering in my head — causing a painful headache — to feel her cheek the same.
Tears drop off its ivory leaves — a hand brushed them away; gliding over scars, I wince. The gardener comes, seeing him, I desperately search for my mask.
It's not here, in the garden.
Fleeing over the bluestones, arms to cover my barred face. It is alright — now the gardener cannot see me cry.

White lines of sheet hang from my bedroom window. Slowly, a hazy trance, I wind my burning body in metal lashes in the cloth, inhaling the scent of vomit and drool.
I've tried to die in their window panes, but... a memory draws me back.
A speck in the demonic black as I choke at the threads around me — but I can't die. Not yet.
Glass fragments fly across the floor. A scream roars from my chest — but it sounds like a meow instead of shattering the walls. Life hasn't even left me with a breath — and I have a whisper to speak through now. Tears flood down my cheeks — the wetness burning  the open pores. Licking them away, falling into the shattered glass onto my back. Hands stretching out to find You.
But I only feel razor edges pricking my pointer finger and thumb. Most feeling has left, leaving my grasp shaking as I bring the shard foreword.
Half a curling stem and forgotten petal. In black paint. Surrounded in glass on a wooden floor, I spread out, the room is spinning down. Around. I'm dizzy, hazy spiral.
A forgotten petal, who, in having everything, has nothing.

A whisper through the night. My face shakes behind an ivory mask, and I raise a gloved hand to make sure it's not slipped. The strings on my glove catch and I look away for a fractured second to remove them. Suddenly my body instinctively freezes in its crouched position on the raining ground. Breath escapes my lips as Her feet pause inches from my paw . My hands brace themselves on the wall selecting us... hardly dating to move.

Elizabeth ankles as The Woman bends in my garden. The sound of breaking stems is older than drizzling rain. The best from her body is vibrant, and it floats to touch my skin. I know we both are real.
Her, the gentle being in satcloth.
And I, a horrendous monster dying in leather strings.
As the rain falls to a drizzle, my feet following muddy footprints across the garden floors. Her presidents is evident, but my smelly shoes turn the perfect evidence away. Somehow a daisy, drowning in puddles, is left behind. My hands twitch to hold it — to step... closer. Sliding tab glove off — reaching for the petals. But then I... red fingers ok swollen scars... the background hovers underneath. Perfection.
Cursed.
Don't pass the curse. Don't infect the world of perfection with my existence.
A sob escaped again. Hastily shoving the test as my foot stomps the daisy — a muddy print to defile sanity's white.
Hanging my head. I know it's coming to an end. Body cannot hold the pain inside forever. Depression claws inside, wanting out. Something must be done. But each wrist displays a mark before evaporation.
I want Her to know of my flower — but will She want me?
I know nothing but You... Just full of loneliness. Blind as this flower bleeds You — You, I, The Flower. Real.
Suppose I grew it... because I can't show You me. Did You even see it? Did You smile, like The Flower is Me?
Im so afraid.
This mask is more of me than You know, little Euphony.

Crying in the rain. I've cried all the way to Your house. Every tear is a fail. No joe knows I've left my castle. But I brought along... The Mask. Rain tricking beneath it and my skin.
How do I know where You live? Like a snake I've followed You home. Like a monster; sitting outside Your broken window. Just to hear you breath; my heart loses beats.
Trembling, wish I could go right through. Show You he flower that resembles Us. Give You My hand... take Yours.
But there ugly scars would make You cry.
Im horrific. My being is a mistake. You are my light; if You dimmed, ide die.
And so... standing here. You are crying. My mask feels heavier; a demon heavier.
Sliding to the ground, had at the door; I want to wipe Your face clean. This stupid mask is thicker than the door. If I can just remove it... and come to You in time.
Desperate pleas... shattering the darkened night. You'll never know I was crying with You. Told myself ide be more frightening than Your prison.
My arms would burn holding Your skin — but ide have bore it if it didn't mean Youde smolder too.
Can't unlock it. If I do You'll scream. Tear You to pieces... oh how foolish my heart has been.

The flower pot crashes on the steps. Fleeing... even though You're dying.  Had to hide; can't You understand? Im a monster. Didn't know You died! When the morning bells tolled, I took the broken mask outside.
Only to learn;
They were ringing for You.
If I had changed. Shown You me. Given You me.... But I can't show You me. Give You me. Because Your warmth is gone. Your hand cold as they tell You away. Im left alone in the castle. Glad shattering and windows breaking. The walls are falling... but I don't care.
I'm crying as I die. Won't leave as everything crashes.
You dead. Me dead.
Because... I don't know why...
I—
I still want You.

Based 'loosely' off The Truth Untold
Except 'They' both take their lives in the end here.