Flowers apart, forever (alt. ending 1)

704 37 54
                                    

(A/N: HELLO HELLO IM BACK FROM THE DEAD!

Welcome to alternate ending number one, which is the sad one. Ehe.

How long has it been since I written angst...hmm...

Quick heads up, the alt. endings are not very different from each other. They start the same, but end differently. So some/most of the content are the same from the chosen ending. This: * , will indicate the start of the changes.

Enjoy!)

.

.

.

It's so suffocating.

I can't breathe.

But I can smell the flowers.

I feel numb.

But I can feel the pain.

My mouth is filled to the brim.

But I can taste the sweet honey pollen.

I can't understand what I'm hearing.

But I can hear the growing buzz.

I can't think.

But my mind is filled with him.

Each memory surfacing,

Like a flower blooming.

Each bleed into my mind.

And blur the painful edges.

Colours of

white, red, blue, and gold are what I can see

Gold is the one that shines the brightest,

etched into my mind forever.

And teal too,

stuck onto flimsy strands that blow in the wind.

The wind...I want to feel it again.

And cradle the freedom of the spirit of the air in my arms.

And yet these limbs of mine are getting weaker.

The noise is getting louder.

The air is getting lesser.

It's so suffocating.

But yet,

I feel so happy.

Because-

***

I found you again. The sentence rang in Xiao's mind again and again as he paced outside the Baizhu's operating room.

Suddenly it was a replay of everything again, but even worse. He was waiting outside the cursed room where Venti was in, and it felt exactly like that day when he was waiting for Barbatos to come out alive and well.

Look how that turned out.

There was this terrifying sense of foreboding that Xiao couldn't shake off, this familiar and terrifying fear that Venti, his Venti, was going to slip from his hands again with no way of getting him back again.

And just when he got him back into his life.

That sliver of hope, joy and happiness that came with the realisation all went down the drain when Venti exploded with flowers and the impending doom of death.

Flowers apartWhere stories live. Discover now