Flowers of Feelings ( Sunny x Basil )

Something different about you

                                                                                                       Sunny's pov:

I walked into my house and saw Mari.

She had to have noticed me too and immediately looked back at me.

"Sunny, you're back! How'd it go?"

I sighed and walked over to her piano, where she was sitting at.

"Not so good."

Mari frowned.

"How come?"

"He wasn't really happy to see me I guess."

I shrugged.

Mari tilted her head.

"I meant that he had yelled at me."

"Really? That doesn't sound like Basil at all."

"I know, but..."

I thought for a second, Basil wouldn't want me to tell Mari I heard him crying.

"Nevermind."

"Well, he answered the door, at least we know he's okay!"

Mari smiled.

She was trying to look on the brighter side of things, she's always been this way.

In situations like this, it is a bit comforting.

"Maybe we should just give him some space, he'll come around."

Mari got up and gave me a hug, tightly wrapping her arms around me.

"It's not all your fault Sunny, you should know that."

She let go of me.

"Wanna play a song? I found one that might be fun to practice!"

"..."

"Oh come on Sunny! It'll help get your mind off of things?"

"...You're right, okay let's do it."

                                                                                                   Basil's pov:

My eyes watered and twitched as I stared at my diary.

I want to write, but I'm so tired.

I don't know what to do with myself anymore, there's no more hope for me.

I slowly started to lay down on my bed, sleeping might make me feel better?

But I started to think of something, something terrible, something I shouldn't do.

Sunny's birthday is coming up, I should give him some special gifts.

I grabbed the bloody scissors from my bedside table.

Placing them on my bed, they left a stain, but that's okay.

I grabbed tape from one of the drawers, and put that on the bed as well.

I picked up the scissors and grabbed some of my hair, I jaggedly cut the chunk of my hair and dropped the scissors on my bed.

I opened my diary and flipped to the very back, then I placed the hair on the page and grabbed the tape, taping it down to the page.

I hope he'll like it.

I closed the diary and looked at the scissors.

I grabbed them again, but this time I held them up to my arm.

Slowly I ran them down my arm, making sure to push them down.

I pulled the scissors away, my arm shaking as the blood ran out of the cut.

I have another idea.