❝ 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗠 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗘. ❞
♡; In which Inui seishu, a city florist, visits his lover everyday with a bouquet of flowers.
" Every hour looking at you reminds me of a newly bl...
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Saudade drowns one of pity, the stream of tears that pierce their hearts of repeated longing.
Longing one's appearance feels like the urge to take the stars from the night sky and place them in a jar to glim in your lonely home.
So if a person is longing for something or someone, does it hurt to imagine if that person you yearned to hold beneath your arms, does not ache to hold you in return?
Longing something blazed the mind like igniting coals.
Inui seishu, a man of perfection: beauty he is. He can be a puissant man if he wanted, he can be the lord who runs the hearth which we stepped on. He is longed by many, but for he longed only one. Y/n is above all.
As he played his lyre to worship her, As he trade his whole existence to make her his.
And if y/n is awake and walking, then she will trade her's as well for inui.
Because the two are the sun and moon. A golden boy that swirled the earth of beauty and A quiet girl that guided the people to freedom.
And amidst them lies a flower that bloomed in the boundless time of spring.
Inui did not want to be stuck in a corridor of plain white. Nor did he have the courage to step in a building filled with nostalgic memories. The moment his so called 'vacation' ended, he banish to the building he was standing on.
Patiently tapping his foot on the hard glassy tiles, his arms crossed over chest. The man's eyes traveled in the air looking for something to vent on.
He sat by y/n's side in the room, the boquet of zinnia displayed by the table, replacing the wilted flowers he gave before.
In the room of boringness, the rainbow art he made stand out in the tide of unpigmented hue.
He holds her hand, benevolently rubbing it comfortingly. Looking at her in adoration for who knows how long.
Inui never gets tired of looking at her with the amount of love the world can't give.
The metal door opened filling the silent room of creaking noises. A doctor by the name, Sora, or what she insist people to call her, Is a 37 yr. old woman that treated her patients with kindness And cared for them like they're her legitimate child.
Sora sent a welcoming smile to Inui "Good morning Seishu, how have you been?" she said, Lightly patting the boys head. Leaning in to the gesture, inui hummed in acknowledgment.
Inui's lips twitch upwards in a small smile. The old lady is like a mother figure to him, she was there in his everyday doubt. And she is there to help him with y/n.
"I'm good sora-san, How about you?" He asked.
"No worries dear I'm doing fine" she chuckled, flipping the files in her hand, slightly gliding her hands on each page, she searches for y/n's profile.
"Y/n's condition had been improving over the week, But Her lungs seemed to be failing lightly. This is the cause of overdosed smoke inhalation. Also her burns and cuts are fully healed" she explained.
She looked at him and looked at the files again, frowning.
"Seishu, I'm afraid to tell you that Y/n's head may had suffered from Heavy impact. Maybe it's from the fallen debris from the building. It's nothing serious so don't worry, everything will be fine" she Reassured.
Inui gulped, eyes wide from the sudden news "Sora-san when is she gonna wake up?" he asked.
"Two weeks or maybe four, it depends on her immune system" she said. She fixed her paperholder and glance at him with worry in her eyes.
"Seishu had you been sleeping well? I hope you're taking care of yourself. Please don't forget that y/n won't be happy to hear this if she's awake" she said.
"I'm leaving, Room no.24 is in need of assistance. Have a good day sei" and with that the doctor left the door, breaking the soundless atmosphere that surrounded the man.
Inui stared at the door in horror, thinking of many things: Overthinking. Voices that whispered in his head causing him to shrunk in his seat, mind wondering to situations that lead to bigger problems.
He shaked his head and turned to look at y/n with creased eyebrows.
He hold her hand squeezing it tightly as he rest his head on the matress.
"Y/n please, wake up" he cried.
The longing of his voice is felt by the universe as it shivered from the drowning sorrow it brings.
"Inui, I hope to see you soon" y/n grinned. Kissing his forehead lovingly. The two stands on the graveled route to y/n's home.
Inui smiled, pink tint crossed his cheeks as he shyly looks away from her.
"Yeah" he whispered.
The longing of everything is suffocating the thorns of flowers in his heart.
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