I don't want to be here anymore - HQxreader os

suna rintarou

For each day that passed, a petal was torn off from your rotten body. The petals that had fallen off by themselves were becoming dry, almost crispy as the air brushed past your grey skin. You laid beautifully like a statue, arms resting beneath your head to support you on the hardened stone. A pathway had been done from the beginning of the woods to your grave, one that only one person used.

Suna walked with short steps his usual route from his house to your grave where you lied. Although it could be considered a grave, you weren't buried beneath the ground; no, you were the flowers. You were the flowers that grew over the years, and you gave them the energy to continue grow to become as beautiful as possible. With a kind heart you passed away painlessly, just at the same spot as you still laid in.

The ground around you had begun burying you beneath the grass, as if it was a liquid that you were diving backwards through. Your eyes would open at times to catch a glimpse of light, yet nothing was enough to keep you alive.

When someone is suffering from one-sided love, a rose forms in their heart. The longer it goes on for, the larger it gets. The thorns begin to rip up the insides of your body and slowly it gets to your lungs, causing a slow but beautiful death as petals rise through your mouth. While it was a tragic scene to witness, it was sure beautiful.

When Suna plucked one of the flowers that surrounded your body to put it in his daughter's hair, he didn't forget to carefully water the crops. The water had been cleaned naturally and then processed to contain nutrients for flowers to grow extraordinary in, which could be one reason as to why the flowers seemingly sprouted through the ground at the touch of it.

Suna's daughter had your name. She was beautiful with big, brown eyes and a smooth skin that sparkled in the sun. She wasn't as pale as Suna, more towards the tan type. She had fluffy, coily hair that was gathered in a small bun; occasionally Suna would pat it as if it was a stress ball.

"Father, when will she come back?" Y/n, the daughter, asked Suna and he sighed.

She understood the sadness in his eyes, she understood how hurt he was. She understood why she could at times hear his cries from his empty bedroom or why he had gone to your rotten body for ages to preserve it. After all, you were a beautiful lady with delicate features alike a doll.

Suna couldn't help but feel regret the first time you shed a drop of blood from your mouth. He had his suspicions that you fell out of love a long time before it, which got confirmed. And while you both fought for your life, a thin thread slowly broke.

He didn't know if he was sad when he saw how you fell over the flowers that day. Your eyes were wide open and your hands grasped for something, anything. But as you realised what happened, your toes had already hardened to stone.

The way your mouth shook around the petals in a desperate try to apologise still haunted Suna's mind. He could remember the way they trembled as your tongue tried to brush them away, yet they kept on swelling and flowing.

It wasn't Suna that had fallen out of love; it was you. You fell in love with the person you thought you wouldn't love. You fell in love with the person that hurt the most for Suna.

"She's resting for now. Let's go baby, we need to cook dinner," Suna said and lifted his daughter up. He placed a soft kiss on her temple and she kissed his cheek in a weak try to erase his tears.

"I want mum's favourite dish!"

"Of course baby, we'll do that," Suna said and glanced past his shoulder at you. And in some way, he believed he saw your mouth slightly turn.

Was it an illusion, or were the petals actually getting fewer?