My Hana

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Day 20 

It's finally time for the class play to begin, we began to prepare ourselves, getting into our costumes and such. 

There Hinata stood, in a beautiful kimono. 

He was beautiful as always, being the fairy he was meant to be. He had plastered a joyful smile on his face, as he walked onto the stage. 

Next, came Yamaguchi, wearing his ever so basic kimono. 

Everyone had gotten to the place, the scenery was set. It was finally time to begin. 

The lights had dimmed, the red velvet curtains began to pull back. The first narrator began to speak. 

It was another day, so she thought. Well, it was supposed to be one at least...until she saw him. Mizuki was a shy docile girl, who had never let anything cloud her judgement until she saw him. 

The lights had glowed softly, as Hinata made his way across the stage. He glowed in the soft gentle light, which captured his pale skin ever so beautifully. He walked by him, gently grazing his arm. 

"O-oh, I'm sorry." 

The boy chuckled. 

"It's quite alright." 

Yamaguchi placed his hand out in front, gesturing for Hinata to use it to help himself up. Their eyes locked, and they stared at each other for a good minute. 

Kageyama, the second narrator begins to speak. 

Haru and Mizuki's eyes met for such a brief moment, she, getting lost in his gaze, stumbled upon getting up. 

"Gomen, Gomen!" 

She bowed down deeply. 

Mizuki quickly had gotten up, scurrying away. Her face was flushed, her heart pattered, what was this feeling? She had never felt this way before...not until she saw Haru. 

Narrator 1: 

Mizuki was infatuated with Haru. She had often found herself, sketching him in her notebook, or watching him from afar in the distance. Soon after this infatuation, she became ill. She had been coughing continuously. 

Narrator 2: 

She was confused, not knowing what to do. She went up to the shrine upon the mountain, praying to the gods. 

"Kamisama, Kamisama." (Kamisama is basically god in Japanese) 

Her hands were clutched together, she was kneeling against the ground in front of the shrine. 

"Kamisama, please give me your words of advice, please hear my woes. Please-" 

She began coughing, petals came out of her mouth. She looked at them in horror. What was this? Why was this happening to her? 

A voice echoed from the distance, booming. 

Mortal, who seeks guidance, has fallen ill due to the unrequited love for this man who doesn't love you back. You will have one month to live unless you get him to love you back. Flowers will continue to grow through your heart, and you will perish if not by then. 

Hinata's eyes had teared up ever so pitifully before he ran off the stage for the next scene. 

Narrator 1: 

Days, soon weeks passed, as Mizuki watched Haru from a distance. She knew that she could not force him to love her, so she was content with letting him be happy with someone else, even if it wasn't her. Her love for him was greater than her own selfishness, as she desired that the man she loves will be happy. 

Narrator 2: 

On the last day she had to live, Mizuki headed towards the mountain where the shrine was. She adamantly sat down in defeat, as she knew that she didn't have the courage to tell him, but it was alright. Mizuki began to cough, her flower petals were covered in crimson blood clots, as she held her stomach. She curled up into a ball, coughing and coughing. 

Narrator 1: 

She stayed like that in defeat, as tears streamed from her eyes ever so gently. Her body began to sprout vines from her chest, covering her body. They entrapped her into a beautiful sight before she turned to mere dust and ashes. She became a beautiful flower that was placed by the shrine. She never told anybody about her love, nor her fate. 

Narrator 2: 

She knew all she could do was accept it. Nobody had ever seen Mizuki again, but there she was, on the mountain top, overseeing the shrine. Her spirit had travelled all the way to the heavens where she could peer down on the mortals she had once been in contact with. 

Narrator 1: 

What happened after, is what nobody knows, people say she had reincarnated, became a fairy of the mountain who roams the world. They say, if you see flowers trailing around, she's been here. 

Hinata walked onto the stage one last time, finishing it off with a monologue. 

"I may have loved him, but I had not known greed. If I had told him, maybe it would have ended differently, but it's alright. As long as he's happy, Haru dear, As long as you're happy...it'll be okay my dear." 

The curtains had closed, the audience applauded. Hinata and Yams got up together, taking a deep bow before walking off the stage. The play was officially a success. 

They had cleaned off the stage, changing out of their costumes and such. The school festival was to end off with Fireworks. Hinata had made his way into an empty classroom, peering out the window. He clenched the windowsill, coughing bloody infused flowers. 

He let the petals drop to the ground, his eyes tear-filled and watery stared outside the window. Fireworks began to shoot, exploding as if the world surrounding him disappeared. Small sobs had escaped from his weary heart, reciting the words he had said earlier. 

"I may have loved them, but I had not known greed. If I had told them, maybe it would have ended differently, but it's alright. As long as they're happy, my dears, As long as you're happy...it'll be okay my dears." 

Petals had trailed behind the ever so 'fairy' as he walked out of the school grounds in silence. 

"I won't stop you from loving who you want, I must not have greed in my heart." 

He turned back around, looking down the hallway one last time, before heading home.