Alter-ego//Bungou Stray Dogs x Reader One Shots

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Requested by: languor___

Reader has the hanahaki disease

[Angst]

Green carnations like his eyes,
That will never apologize.
Orange begonia like his hair,
He doesn't love me, it's not fair!

I've been hurting for awhile.
Every time I see his smile...
Now flowers are a part of me.
He's killing me, can't you see?

But I can't let go of him,
It's frustrating; He's my glim
In the darkness of the night.
I only see him in sight.

He will never be mine.
I know that, it's alright.
Since you gave me all this pain,
I want to say: I love you, Twain.

I will end this one right here,
In the hopes it'll reach your ear.
Don't be sad over my death.
It's not your fault I chose this path...

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Diffused light was what took over the room they were in, both standing in places where it couldn't reach them.

The silence of the funeral was insufferable for her as the piece of paper fell from her porcelain like hands.

His shocked eyes were watching the same spot for the past five minutes as if he looked away, it will disappear.

But it won't disappear just like you did.

She crumpled the piece of paper and threw it in his head while clear, round tears fell from her glass green eyes.

He took his head in both of his hands and pulled his orange locks in frustration as he couldn't mutter even a single syllabus.

And in the center of the room was her, already deep in her eternal sleep.

If you looked very closely, you could still notice the small stains of blood. Her blood.

Blood that she lost while torturing herself with this one sided love.

Some would call her a masochist.

But we shouldn't talk trash about the dead, right?

Lucy looked at him and in a moment of despair because of his silence, she couldn't hold back hurtful words which got into his head and his heart, that are stuck even today...

"She really liked you... Even after death, she will still call you innocent... Hope you're happy, Twain!"

You killed [Y/N]!

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But really...

What fault did he have in all of this if she preferred to stay silent and give her last breath, no one knowing what was really going on in her head?

But even so...

He still blamed himself...

He killed her.

And nothing could change that.

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A/n: I fucking give up on poetry...