𝓟𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓮𝓼 (a short Hanahaki story)

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-𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓹𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓿𝓲𝓮𝔀 -

There she stood, long braided hair, short as can be.
In her infamous pink jacket, a big smile, and as happy as ever.
She would never love anyone like me...
She never looked my way but I could tell that we were meant to be.
I never approached her and she never approached me, I was too shy for her to ever see.
I had a bouquet of peonies for they were her favorite...
I wiped the blood off the soft petals as I felt another blossom on top my ear.
I coughed as I felt more of those built up and clog my airway.
I have to confess to her before its too late...
I proceed to walk up to her and I felt like I couldn't breath.
I collapse as before I reached her feet and knew I had waited too long.
She never really knew who I was...
All I saw was blue, red, and pink...
I don't think I had survived for long...

"WAIT HOW ARE THEY TELLING THE STORY IF THEY DIED"
You think they're the one telling the story?
The story was being told by the girl of what she had thought happened to the boy.
She was the only one who liked peonies so it was obvious that the person liked her.
By the way, I aint telling anyone who the people are in the story.
I legit made this up as I went so I have no clue if the person who died is a girl or guy-
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this really short story I decided to write while I think of ways to kill someone in F.A.C.E. off without foreshadowing again-
Hope you enjoyed!!

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