HIRAETH - OBEY ME

ONE SHOT - MAMMON

BUTTERFLIES IN MY STOMACH.
FLOWERS IN MY LUNGS.
THORNS IN MY THROAT.
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tw: hanahaki disease
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YOU WOKE UP COUGHING and the pain brought tears into your eyes. You were wheezing as you were looking outside the window. It was never this worse. It can never be better.

You snatched the glass of water from your side table, some of the liquid splashing from the brim of the glass, landing on the floor as you gulped it all down — trying to feel relief from the pain.

You kept coughing. You hurriedly went to the bathroom and started pulling out the petals.

White.

Such a pure color. Nothing evil, nothing dark. But why does it give you pure pain?

The door slowly opened, earning a creak. You glanced behind you and Asmo was standing there with sad eyes; feeling hopeless for you.

He closed the door behind him and kneeled next to you. You were crying up to this point as you practically threw yourself to him.

"Oh darling," he whispered, tucking your hair behind your ear, "It will be fine. I promise. Just give it a few more days."

Few more days to make him love you. But what if those days actually meant your death day?

You choked out a sob as your hands gripped on his shirt, "I'm freaking out. What if he never return it? You heard what Satan said, I would..." it felt like air was knocked out from your lungs just by saying it.

You inhaled. Breathe it out. It's fine. Anxiety just makes it worse.

"Asmo–" you muttered, he only replied with a hum, still stroking your hair. "–I don't want to leave you guys yet."

Shaking your head vigorously as tears kept streaming down your cheeks. Blaming everything but the guy who caused you this.

"What is love from the characters?" The professor asked to the class.

It just so happens that the famous "human romance story" is from William Shakespeare. Yes, the ol' time favorite, “Romeo and Juliet”.

Solomon raised his hand, "Honestly, I think they were stupid. Throwing their lives like that for a person they love?" he shook his head, disagreeing with the plot with a passion.

The professor laughed and sat on the desk, she smiled at him. "Let me ask you something, In what lengths could you sacrifice for someone you love?"

Solomon stopped, "But would they do the same thing for me?" he questioned, looking down and staring at his school book instead.

She smiled again, "If they won't go through the same lengths as you would — then they simply don't love you as much as you do."

You lowered your head, hands gripping on your clothes.

But what if you have no control in it?