The secret hideout they had found years back was supposed to be their's.
The beautiful garden that never failed to lift up his mood, provide him the comfort of 'home'.
It didn't feel the same anymore.
It didn't feel the same anymore, as he watches the brunette with his boyfriend, laughing and dancing around amidst the overgrowth bushes and white clovers.
He never danced when the pinkette asked him to— the realisation was nauseating.
The crystal tears made their way out of his empty orbs as he watched them kiss under their favourite tree.
Eyes closed, he hid behind the desserted cabin, only to throw up more petals.
Sunny yellow, paper like.
Yellow hyacinth. He was jealous.