───𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘.

Unrequited [Fundy]

Warning! ->Slight Angst ?

Info!-> Hanahaki disease (A disease where a human cough up flowers due to severe one-sided love)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You laid on your bed, beautiful rainbows of petals were softly laying on the mattress, creating a colourful kind of cocoon or nest of sorts around you. You laid there, in beautiful agony, more flower petals slowly growing and dropping in a pleasant kind of waltzing rhythm. Coughing, you sat up and started to cry, sobs wracking your body. More petals cascaded down wet cheeks, blood dripped harshly against light yellow flowers, and dry sobs echoed through the empty room.

you cried harder, your time was up, your love was unrequited and this was your punishment. Dancing flowers, so deadly and alluring, would be the death of you. A face flashed in your head, and it was him. His face, his voice, his body, his slight smirk when he laughed, the way he would purse his lips in a tight line, his gaze fixated and deliberate, when snapping a photograph of the sun, all so captivating and enticing. You grimaced as you remembered the way he politely declined your love. The sobs stopped, your chest constricted, and you laid there silently.

That was Fundy, always so cheerful and mischivieous. That was two weeks ago, and that was when the flowers started to fall. At first it was subtle, like something straight out of some crappy cartoon you used to watch on Saturdays. But, it soon became hard to walk, hard to breath, hard to live. The beautiful aquas and the deep crimsons of the petals obstructed your breathing, and tore apart your heart. The soft purples and the intense pinks ripped quietly and delicately from inside your bloodstream. soon was rendered unable to move, and had been laying in the caress of the kaleidoscope of coloured petals for three days. But now, your time was up.

you heard a soft knock from the edges of your field of consciousness.

The door creaked open.

"[Name], are you in here?" A voice quietly called 

It was his voice. 

You panicked , you can feel it, building like an unstoppable snowball in the pit of your stomach. You cannot concentrate, your mind was all fuzzy as if you were drowning in water, it's as if you can't breath, sweat starts to happen all over your body. It feels like your skin has another hot skin on the outside, like a bin bag, it moves over your body and never releases. The negative thoughts keep coming like waves on rocks. 

Why now? of all time ?

The sweat has completely covered your body and your heart feels like it's going to explode.

Fundy called your name softly, lapsing in a profound silence afterwards. You couldn't hear very well, and you couldn't talk or acknowledge that you heard him, you exhaled slowly in an effort to show to him , that you recognized he was here. You felt a warm hand on your shoulder, a hint of a mild orange, flutter out of your mouth and into the fuzzy regions of your eyesight. This was nice, no this was perfect. Between the warmth of a hand, the vibrations coming from a voice, and the beautiful myriad of colours taking up all your vision, you finally felt at peace peace for the first time in weeks.

You weren't feeling any pain, you weren't feeling any burning, you were feeling... colourful. As if the petals had infected you with their vivid and intense hues, making your nerves feel like fireworks. It was comforting to not feel pain at last, but instead feel peace and... colourful.

There was that word again, your last remaining heartbeats fluttered at the thought of being colourful, and being so close to him. You could hear his voice, but not the words, you could feel his warmth but not see his figure. you closed your eyes, shutting out the intense colours.

His voice sounded frantic as you drew your last breath. And you let go, a single flower petal, so black and colourless, floated out of your mouth and danced down amongst the explosion of colour.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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