𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝓭𝓲𝓮,
𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓲𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓫𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼.
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7.03.22
Hey Wriothesley, It's been a month. Time sure flies, huh? Don't you think? Well, I think so, at least. It happened again; it was a bit worse this time. I can't really explain how I feel right now. I'm not sure, it's a very odd feeling. The color of the petals changed slightly, they weren't light pink anymore; they're more of a lavender color now.
𝓨𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓵𝔂 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓮,
𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘'𝓶 𝓸𝓴 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽
You saw me having a coughing fit when I was sitting at the bench nearby the Fountain of Lucine. You asked if I was okay, and I said yes. Then, your girlfriend came by and looked at me with her judgmental eyes, as usual. I don't like her. I've always thought of it this way: no matter how much you love someone, there are chances that they won't love you back.
𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮
𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮
𝓲 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓘'𝓶 𝓭𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰
Why do I still love you? I ask myself that question a lot. You will only see me as nothing but a mere friend, so why do I still love you? Despite knowing we'll never be together, I love you so much that it makes me sick. I can't breathe without you, and neither can I live.
Love works in a stupid way, honestly. If the person you love doesn't love you back, you die.. and that's what's going to happen to me. But no matter what, you're worth dying for. I don't care if people talk; they can talk. Let them talk. Nothing matters more than you..
I hid flowers in my teeth and coughed out blood during work. It hurts more and more; my throat is raw from the flowers scraping it.
𝓜𝔂 𝓵𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓷𝔁𝓲𝓮𝓽𝔂
𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓘 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼
𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓭
Life may be sad, but it's always been beautiful. I love you too much to see the beauty. I was prepared, but it still hurts like hell. All I wanted was for you to love me. It sounds stupid, but maybe I want to have a family one day. Or have someone else love me... but my love
for you had stopped any of that from happening.
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