[ALTERNATE END] petals wilt, but our love won't

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Komaru was ready to accept her death after this.

Komaru couldn't take it, the blooming flower in her chest. She grabbed Toko and kissed her.

Oh god. What has she done? She pulled away quickly. She feels her heart pounding. It's getting hard to breathe, and it has nothing to do with slowly wilting flower in her chest.

"W- what?" Toko's pale finger touched her lips, the ghost of the kiss lingering.

"I-I'm so sorry, I should have never done anything!" Komaru felt her eyes moisten, and a tear rolled down her cheek. "I'm so selfish!" She coughed, a blood petal slipping from her lips.

Toko picked up the petal, her eyes widening in realization. "K-komaru, you..?" She held back a sneeze.

Komaru nodded solemnly. Toko felt guilty—she'd been about her silly problems while Komaru's been hurting.

"Hanahaki... Can't you get rid of it?" She cried, her glasses fogging up.

"But then.. I can't love you. It's really nice loving you, Toko." She sniffed.

"How.. how do you even love me? Knowing what I am?"

"I love every part of you Toko. The killer and the writer. Isn't it better to die growing a garden of your love?"

"Stupid Omaru!" Toko hugged the girl, the florist's body much warmer than the writer's. "I'm not worth as much as you."

"Your worth more than me. I'm just an ordinary high school girl." She hiccuped.

Toko looked at Komaru. "You must have been cursed to meet me, Komaru Naegi."

Komaru's hazel eyes were lit by the dying rays of the sun. Toko sighed, how had she not noticed these eyes, big and green with brown peeking in between? How had she not noticed her hair, how silky it was. How had she not noticed her skin—she leaned in to Komaru—so smooth, like porcelain, she bet it was soft to the touch, too.

How did she never see her best friend?

"Uh- Toko?" Komaru asked quietly, their breaths mingling. The ghost of the kiss lingered in both their lips.

"Komaru.. your not just an ordinary school girl." Toko closed the gap.

Komaru tasted of salt and blood. Toko ignored the emotional roller coaster happening inside her and focused on Komaru and only Komaru. It wasn't so hard, like she loved her all along, but didn't accept it.

Komaru pulled away, "You don't have to. It won't work." she took in deep breaths.

"I need this—you. How did I not realize?"

Inside of Komaru, a purple flower wilted.

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"Happy anniversary." Komaru hugged her wife.

"I can't believe it's been 5 years since Towa city was in ruins." Toko smoothed down her black dress—Komaru's favorite.

"Mhm." Komaru's eyes trailed to their flower garden. Her lungs had never been better.

Toko noticed her wife's attention, she looked at the wilting purple flowers. "You don't have to worry about them, Komaru."

"I'm glad.. I'm glad I kissed you that day."

"I'm glad I managed to see you."

"... I love you, Toko."

"I love you too."

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AN:

Couple of things to say, first and foremost WHAAAAAT

Couple of things to say, first and foremost WHAAAAAT

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EDIT: It's at 600ish rn I'm dying w hat y'all

Like damn. That's surprising. I wrote this when I was bored and out of tokomaru content on an overnight train.

Second of all, if it wasn't obvious, this little alternate end takes place after the second to last chapter,before the funeral. Also, yeah this chapter is a bit off, mostly because the tone changed and also I had to write a happy end in 500 words with no buildup to the end. They could have had a happy ending, but both of them made mistakes, and Komaru already accepted her death.

In case it was confusing, Toko did love Komaru, she has for a long time. However, Toko didn't accept that she loved her, and kept denying it. Toko accepted her love for Komaru after she died, but it was too late by then.

I considered writing the alternative end multiple time before, but I couldn't get myself into it. Im really thankful for every comment that says I made them cry, it makes my day knowing that I made someone feel something with my writing.

That sounds a bit sadistic, huh? Seriously though, I love comments they make me grin like a maniac.

Anyways, enough rambling. Thank you for reading Blood Petals everyone!

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