when the flowers die || l.s

frangipani

i've never seen frangipanis

he said, gently stroking

its petals

well, now you see it

i chuckled

yeah

thanks to you

he shifted his attention to me

i felt myself squirm

in my position

his gaze was strong

intent

why me?

he began asking

why give flowers to me

when there's other

pretty boys out there?

his voice dropped a little

because, my love,

you are the prettiest

sweetest

loveliest

adorable-est

he smacked my arm

that's not a word!

i laughed and continued

my speech

don't disrupt me, harold

anyways

i chose you because

there's no one

that deserves beautiful

flowers

more than you do

an angel who

treats people with kindness

deserves all the flowers

in the world

and that's why

i do my best

to pick up flowers

the prettiest flowers

for the prettiest boy

i've ever laid my eyes on

i finished

brave enough to return his gaze

he wasn't smiling

and that scared me

harry?

no response

baby, no,

please don't cry

i hugged his fragile body

i love you so much lou

i just...

i love you

he said

tears trickling down

his rosy cheeks

i felt my heart combust

he said he loves me

the angel loves me

oh, harry

i love you too.