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mason mount.

five perfect petals

The day was kind and inclusive, feeling itself with soft sunlight for once, fluffy with clouds and blue skies giving colour to one's day. To Mason and Y/N, in particular, as the two sat together in their back garden, falling back on one's chest and arms. It was relaxing and consoling, being able to move away from their busy schedules and just take a moment to take in everything, take in one another. Neither had anything better to do, why not spend this time together?

Mason's eyes behind his shades wandered the greenery of the garden before landing on a flower, a lawn daisy. One quite petit in size yet whole and visible with its yellow centre surrounded by white petals all around. Picking up the daisy he began to pick its petals, one by one and with patience.

They love me,

Y/N and Mason were a pair, perhaps simply one, who liked to remain close. That physical affection and touch. Falling all in one another to share conversation, Mason holding Y/N close against his chest as if they would slip away if he wasn't careful, watching the clouds pass their eyes with interlocked fingers.

It was comforting for the two; knowing that the space to their left or right was rightfully filled in by their one and only lover, knowing that your other—Mason's other, Y/N's other—was there because you could feel them. The two would always remain in reach of each other.

They love me not.

Mainly because the lovers enjoyed sharing every aspect of themselves. Spending time together when they had enough of everyone else, sharing music playlists to let their music taste be known to the other, sharing space because they refused to fall out on one another's embrace. And they could do such and everything in the back garden, too. Where Mason and Y/N could share time there, play music to fill in the silence of nature; where they would share space to point at passing clouds together. A way to share many things all at once, in their favourite spot.

They love me,

Y/N noticed the daisy in Mason's grip when they opened their phone camera. "Is that for me? As in me?" There was a curve to their smile as they watched Mason inspect the daisy from every possible angle.

And between the two lived comedy, one pure and playful. Words full of laughter and sarcasm, always finding a reason to push one another to tears, laughs or a smile. Or they shared funny stories as Mason and Y/N sat under their favourite tree, always finding something peculiar about the display of the sky above them.

Mason scoffed out a laugh, shaking his head. He let his hand stray to their hair where lay a flower crown. Formed from random flowers picked from the grass, twisted together by the two. And Mason thought it fit Y/N all too perfectly. All of them, in his eyes, were nothing but royalty and charm and elegance. "I think you have more than enough," he said, continuing to pluck another petal off the daisy with ease.

They love me not.

The two would do it all together for whatever reason, whatever the time. At dawn hours or during nightfall. When Mason returned from a game or when Y/N returned from a day with friends. They could sit out in the back garden to watch all that was around them, falling into one another. Maybe let the air be open to conversation and just talk and laugh and rant. Or perhaps they preferred to share no words, simply focus and enjoy one another's presence and watch the sky and nature change around them.

As long as Mason and Y/N were together—preferably by their favourite spot under the apple tree—that was all that mattered in the end. That physical affection was something else for them two.

They...

Mason observed what was left of the daisy, twirling it between his fingers. "Y/N, do you love me?" It was a question to ask, to ponder on. He let his curiosity be known to them. Not for what Y/N's answer would be, but for how they would take on the question.

"I don't know. Do I?" They hummed. Mason chuckled when Y/N began to toy with their fingers. They were allowing the time to pass rather than in serious thought. At last, they declared, "I just might you know."

But it was also a question he didn't need answering. If Mason felt a lack, Y/N would give him more than enough; sometimes it didn't feel like there was a lack because they were everything to him. If there was uncertainty, anything from their presence to their laugh would dissolve it all. They devastated him every time they said his name, giving him life and reason with their speech. What they gave was what he always wanted to receive. Really, there was nothing to question, and I think the outcome was quite easy to figure out.

Y/N loved Mason, and would until the two faded away together.

Smiling, Mason plucked the final petal and watched it fly away through the path of the wind.

They love me. Y/N loves me.