Roses are Blue

I "Love" You [Part One]

He kneeled in the field of poppies, It had been about a year since Myra had lost Will. It had been himself that pulled the trigger but did he really have any feelings for the one he shot? well that's a hard question to answer. On one hand, if he left Will then he would just go back to doing the things he usually did, hurting people, and he didn't want that, but maybe somewhere down the road he had some feelings for- no. He's gone now. He's been gone. As Myra sat, drowning in his thoughts a transparent figure appeared behind him, laying a hand on his shoulder as he kneeled down beside him, his eyes landing on the rose planted on the hill. 

"little cold out don't you think?" the figure spoke in a soft tone, turning his blank, white gaze, to brunette beside him, who shuddered at the cold touch. Myra, as if preparing himself, sighed, setting his hand on the others. 

"I'll be fine.." Myra bit his tongue, pausing. God, was he really about to ask this question. "Will, have you ever thought about finding peace in all of this?'' guess so. Will chuckled at this, shaking his head. 

"And why would I want to do that? I have everything I need right here." the platinum blonde rested his head on Myra's shoulder, smile soon fading his spoke in a more, how to say serious tone.  "Unless.. you don't want me here." a few small, teal flowers bloomed, scattering around Will's body. Damn, he knows. Myra shook his head, attempting to rid his head of the thoughts that flooded it. 

"No, I do.. it'd just that I love-" He stopped himself, seeing Will narrow his eyes. The blonde stood, pulling Myra up with him. his smile returned but it felt like it held a different meaning now, but what was that meaning? sadness? fear? hatred? or all the above? he kept his harsh gaze as he grabbed Myra's wrist, forcing him to turn and face him. 

"love? don't say something you don't mean.. You could hurt someone.." As if wanting to say more he took a breath but stayed silent, holding his harsh gaze onto Myra. The shorter male adverted his gaze, looking anywhere but at the one whom was talking to him. 

"But I'm sure don't mean to cause any harm." Will smiled once more, seeming a bit more calm. 

"And besides..I'm dead.."

That hit a nerve. Myra stumbled back, struggling to pull himself out of Will's grasp. 

"I said I was sorry! what more do you want!?" Myra wasn't usually the one to raise his voice but seeing the situation and who he was dealing with.. he had no choice. Will chuckled, stepping forward. 

"I'm dead.. If you really shared feeling for me, I would still have a heart beat and we wouldn't be standing here." 

There was really no way out of this. 

A/N

Okay so! this is short- i know- Apologies for that but like they're supposed to be sort of short so ill be getting part two out in a few-