"His Field Of Flowers"

 -All rights reserved, this is not supposed to offend anyone, such as the Streamer named A6D and the Streamer named Wilbur Soot- Original Idea Gotten: Crazed Butterfly's by @WarriorCatThing - This is a SHORT love story, between to young boy's, but not every stories has a Happy Ending-

The morning breeze flew through the window, tangling itself with the curtains, the smell of autumn leaves and the fresh air was the start of a new day. The male was sat on his bed, reading a small book of poetry before setting it down to make breakfast.

The slow footsteps on the creaking wood floor, the tired eyes scanning the room.

Going to the cupboard, and grabbing a granola bar, he left back to his room to dress warmly.

Throwing a pair of jeans and a dark sweater on, along with swinging a scarf around his neck.

Quickly tying a pair of sneakers on, and measly brushing his hair.

Feeding his cat, and giving her love, before making his way out of the house.

It wasn't big, nor was it small. And there weren't many nice things about it, but it was still home.

Taking in a breath of air, he makes his way down the sidewalk, hands in his jean pockets, and earbuds on, a playlist of Korean songs on loop.

He hums along, as he stares at his feet, the world around him getting quieter, as he makes a turn to a gate, climbing over it and making his way to a flower field.

Sitting down a little patch of grass, he pulls the ear buds out and stores them in his pockets.

Smiling, the flowers around him, letting out wonderful scents.

The world seemed to stop at that point. It was so peaceful and gorgis. Slowly picking up flowers around him, and braiding them into a flower crown. Placing it upon his fluffed, black hair.

This young boy would come here everyday, often just sitting there, gazing at the miles of flowers around him, and the fluffed clouds above, and the grey skies looming over him.

It was his sacred place, where he could just be himself, instead of pretending.

It wasn't till today, things would change when he returned.

As the boy made his way back to the field, there was a small figure sitting in the patch of grass he would sit at. He could hear the small cries and sniffs. He slowed his pace, studying the figure.

The figure wore a yellow sweater, much like his own. Along with a pair of jeans, but on top of the figures fluff curly chestnut hair, was a light red beanie. 

Making his way to the other boy, making a flower crown on his way there, he placed it upon the beanie.

The male looked up at him, sniffing before hugging him, dragging him down to sit beside him.

After a few minutes, they were laughing, gazing at the flowers together.

And so on, this was how the days would pass by.

The boy in a beanie, was known as Wilbur, what a beautiful name.

The two grew closer, their feelings growing, but too afraid to break their friendship if the other didn't love them back.

Wilbur would lay his head against A6d's, strumming his guitar quietly, as A6D hummed along.

But soon, The boy in the beanie stopped, stopped coming to the field, stopped texting A6D, stopped interacting with him.

A6D couldn't handle it, for once, he felt more than just the Field Of Flowers. He felt love.

He didn't want to lose Wilbur, this tore him to bits. He wouldn't eat, and wouldn't leave the Field. He just sat there, crying, not noticing, with every day passing, flowers would grow.

When the male in the beanie returned, the site of A6D tore him in two. He was gone for so long, because his parents didn't approve of his liking's, as he was forced to stay at his grandparents' home, up north.

There layed, A6D, in the patch of grass, Flowers on his lifeless body.

Wilbur crippled to the ground, tears pouring down his cheeks.

From that day on, the field was known as ¨His Field Of Flowers¨

Not every love story ends happily...