ARTFUL Roses ( Suga Ff )

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Faint chirping of birds, tuned inside the room, with glittering sunrays, framing every object with silver hues . I woke up with beary eyes, not fully in sync with the refreshing morning.

Checking the time, I decided to get up, but felt a soft grip on my shirt. Looking down I witnessed Aru's head leaning on my broad chest, her miniature legs hung on my own legs. Soft snors were much audible, as my attention fell on her.

She appeared so tiny suddenly and I couldn't help but carefully kiss her forehead as I remember engulfing a crying Aru  within my frame last night .

Carefully, removing her legs, I separated myself and tugged her under blanket . She wiggled a bit at sudden shake . Lazily I got out of bed and walked straight to bathroom. Flashing a handful of cold water, I looked at my broken self in the mirror.

Perfectly built up and fit body free from disease, fame, money, respect, daughter but something named never ending happiness was not written on my fate and I just happened to draw Aru and y/n along with it. I felt the familiar coldness washing over me again as wave were much staggering this time.

I could still hear the rhythm of my Aru  endless tears yesterday at the park as I just spoke about y/n. I just gave her a brief description of her mother's nature and that was enough to crave for her and miss her . The mother daughter relationship which I could never experience.

But I don't know why those craving just took the form of tears as I said those words which I still regret uttering

" I promise I will bring your mom back "

She basically haven't found out about anything about her death, but still there is some unsettling feeling in me. In this past years, My sincere love and inner spiritual touch with Aru has grown to an extent that now, I am scared of losing her once I break the curse.

Sometimes here and there I just get selfish , at the thought of not able to see Aru  in an attempt to bring y/n back that I don't even try finding the meaning of curse. But this kind of emotion is just toxic for everyone and I can't let that devour my daughter  .

Flashing another round of water on my face, I heard the wordless cries of my soul seeking light. Light to see through the foggy halos of confused haze.

Moving out of bathroom, I saw Aru  lazily stretching her body.

" Good morning " I said with liveliness totally In contrast to my mood.

" Good morning dad" She welcomed my greet in a hoarse undertone.

" Go freshen up. Dad will go make breakfast. Ok" I exclaimed, moving out of the room. She nodded with eyes closed, still drowsiness hovering her instincts . Trusting her with morning routine, I made my way to kitchen.

Cooking the most simple breakfast, bread sausage, I called  Aru  She came running to kitchen and took her seat. Flashing me a morning smile she started chewing her food. Her cheeks going fluffy with each mouth of bread she was shoving .

" Tasty? " I asked her, admiring her cute self. She nodded pleased, simultaneously eating .

" Dad. Ketchup please " She muffled with mouth full of food.