Philza oneshots 2

The dead flower

Hi there! So this was requested by Abbyice16
So don't thank me, thank zir for this ANGSTY chapter!!
So basically in this chapter Philza isn't an angel of death, instead an angel of LIFE. That's important so keep that in mind. This takes place right after the jailbreak.

Question!!! :What do you think of MCyum flirting (PLATONICLY) with phil? I find it absolutely hilarious!

Anyways enjoy this (hopefully) angsty ride!
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-Philza's POV-

I decided that its finally time to get out of the house. I just hadn't been feeling to well after... you know... As I open the door, I take a deep breath. Looking around it seemed like good weather. I smile; maybe this won't be that bad.

Looking around, thinking of where to go and what to do, I remember, hey maybe I can visit Ranboo's .. grave... I would have visited it earlier but I didn't feel that good. I miss him. He really was like my son...

(I'm not sure where or if Ranboos grave has been made or if he has had a funeral either so just roll with it!)
Walking over there I see his grave. So many notes and flowers. Hm. Lots of alliums.

Heh I remember once when I went in their house to visit them to find them trying to hide their collection of alliums, but failing miserably.

I remember when I tried to teach them how to back a cake. Mmmmmm that went okay? Nevermind it went terribly. I chuckle, remembering all the fun times we had.

For example when they told me that they wanted to propose to tubbo. And when they showed me Micheal. And when...

I frown remembering how I found out.. technoblade telling me what had happened while fleeing away from the jail. If only I'd been there to protect him... ugh HOW COULD I JUST THROW THEM AWAY LIKE THAT?! I SUPPORTED THEM FOR EVERYTHING?! I PROMISED I WOULD PROTECT THEM!!!

Why..? Why always me? First Wilbur then finding out schlatt died. NOW RANBOO ASWELL?! No... I cant- it's too much!! I NEVER WANTED TO BE WHO I AM!! I WAS UNLUCKY ENOUGH TO BE "WORTHY". DO I LOOK LIKE IM WORTHY OF ANYTHING?! I CAN BARELY HANDLE MYSELF!!!

I finally notice my wet face. Hm; I didn't even notice these pathetic tears flowing down my face. I think I've been weak enough for today. Time to go back home and stay there for a while...

I start walking but I stop and look back the grave. There are so many decayed flowers. Maybe I should remove them while I'm here? I pick them and head home. As I'm about to pick them up it's starts raining. Great.

Walking back in gloom. Sucks doesn't it? Dead flowers in my hand as I'm walking back to my cold house on a winter evening. I don't see anything lively about this. I told them I'm not fit to be an angel of life. I sigh knowing no one can hear me. "Why does everything around me die?" I ask my self quietly.

Why can't I be free?! I could have been soaring up in the skies feeling the trill of flying in rain but instead I'm walking all this way. Looking down at the flowers I think hmmmmm I should put some as well! Ohhh I'll put the flowers of life! The lily's of the valley. But the won't decay!
(I know that there is an actual flower that represents life and also one the represents death but I made the lily's, life and wither roses/roses death's)

-Technoblade's POV-

I wake up from a long nap and I don't where I am for a while. I soon realize I don't have my glasses on that's probably why idk. Well the floor is a Spruce like colour sooooo I'm probably home. I stand up weakly feeling my surroundings and being relieved as now I'm sure I'm home. This Is I weird way to wake up. I look around to find my glasses but I cannot find them anywhere.