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tommy / flowers (pt. 2)

wc: 359

"What the..." Tommy groaned as he picked at his wrinkled top. He reached his hand into the hem of his t-shirt and retrieved a white petal from inside.

Suddenly, a red tulip sprung from his right sleeve—then a white one—then another red. It wasn't long until his clothes were decorated with flowers that matched the colors of his shirt. They blossomed from his hair as well, sitting atop his curly, blonde hair with grace.

Despite his usual hate towards such plants, he was quite fond of these ones. They were soft as clouds, and smelled of... something familiar—something comforting.

Then, a purple allium with a long, thing stem dropped directly in front of his feet. Tommy bent over to pick it up.

He knew who it was from, but he refused to acknowledge it.

Quickly wiping his teary eyes, the boy called out, "Wilbur?"

His older brother answered, "What is it?"

Tommy stretched out the hem of his shirt to showcase his garden. "What's happening to me?"

Wilbur's expression quickly dropped to one of sympathy. "Well, people have found out about your death."

"Continue?"

"Your friends are honoring you with flowers, Tommy," said Wilbur.

"Oh... I'm surprised," Tommy muttered sotto voce.

"How so?"

"Well, I didn't think they would choose flowers over everything," the younger scoffed lightly, a tone of sorrow behind his airy laugh.

Wilbur smiled weakly and patted the blonde on his shoulder, turning on his heel as if he had somewhere to be.

There was nowhere to be in Limbo.

Tommy followed behind him, his brother's tail coats leaving ripples against the black, water-like floor.

The blonde plucked one of the flowers from his hair and held it to his nose, slowly twirling it between his thumb and forefinger.

His ears perked up as Wilbur let out an elongated sigh.

"No one cared that much when I died."

Tommy froze and stared at the back of his brother's head. "No one cared that much when I was alive."

Wilbur turned to Tommy; the younger awaited his response.

"Maybe we're better off here." Wilbur said indifferently, ruffling Tommy's floral hair.

"Maybe."