we sat down on the grass
and i began asking him
a lot of questions
are you alright?
how was the trip?
did you enjoy it?
did you see other guys?
better guys than me?
i hope you're not breaking up
with me right now-
he cut me off before i could
continue my absurdity
no, louis
's just that...
i don't know how to tell you this,
um...
he started looking around
and when something caught his eyes
he got up and walked towards
the aster flowers
i was perplexed as to what was
going on but
eventually, he came back and sat down
next to me
you see this flower?
he asked
yeah...
that's an aster
i answered, tilting my head a little
i don't get it
what are you trying to say,
harry?
i asked
what i'm trying to tell you is- ugh!
he ran his hand through his hair
clearly frustrated
i've never seen him like this
so angry and
un-angel like
i have something that rhymes with
aster
and i have six months left, lou!
six fucking months!
fuck!
he yelled, throwing the aster
on the ground
rubbing his bloodshot eyes furiously
aster...
aster...
i let the wheels in my head
think harder
what the hell rhymes with aster?
and what could it possibly do with having
a life limit?
then it hit me
cancer
no
this can't be
tell me you're lying, harry
please tell me this is a fucking joke!
i was a crying mess
please!
i choked a sob
you can't go...
i can't handle this!
no...
please
i've never felt so desperate
yet so hopeless
in my life
he just sat there and cried
i held him in my arms
and we cried together
cried until the sun set
cried until it hurts so bad
because it did
everything hurts
we cried like there was no tomorrow
because sooner or later,
my tomorrow wouldn't consist of harry
ever again.
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when the flowers die || l.s
Fanfictionflowers don't last forever, not even the pretty ones. [lowercase intended]