Make A Wish

In a field of flowers, he was a white rose and you were a wilting daisy.

Life was gray gloomy, a colorless sight. You constantly kept to yourself, never outgoing. As a result you were lonely and had no friends, another basic bystander; a side character with no room in the plot. You were quite content with your life. That was until he showed up, the single white rose in your field of flowers. 

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There was a man with frosted tips, and a smile that could be seen from across the world. That man was Bokuto Kotaro, the man who gave your world color. 

Life was never dull with him, his humor and stupidness came together hand in hand. It was quite endearing to watch him struggle with the little things. One time he forgot which way to turn the door knob and he stood there trying to pull it off for 5 whole minutes. Life could never be gray and gloomy with him by your side. His petals bloomed the softest white, bathing in the sunlight. How stupid of you to  think you could keep a blooming flower away from wandering eyes.

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You were silent, watching the man you longed for falling for another. You watched as he chased a woman with open arms, hoping she’d fall into them. A woman who was the true meaning of “looks could kill”. What a sight for sore eyes, no wonder he had fallen so hard. Not only was she gorgeous, her presence was almost as large as Bokuto’s. She was your complete opposite, but the perfect match for Bokuto. Just like that, you watched your single white rose get picked from your flower field.

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You wish you could go back to when you were content with life. Go back to the time where you didn’t need anyone to be happy. There was no escape from the aching pain in your chest as you watched the man you love gaze at another with hearts in his eyes. What did you expect to happen, after all you were just the bystander watching the main character fall for his love interest. 

It hurt being invited out to watch your unrequited love hold another tenderly in his arms. Why do I always have to be here? Why did you have to be there, It felt as though they used their love to mock your shattered heart and wilting petals. You tried though, tried to hide up the pent up sadness and insecurities their love had planted in you. It wasn’t their fault you were writhing in pain from heartbreak. They were just two people experiencing the joys of young love, the love you now craved. It’s not like it was Bokuto’s job to water your wilting petals.

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Time has moved on, months in fact. Months of watching Bokuto fall deeper into her embrace. Again, you watched in agony. However, the months of pent up sadness and insecurities finally found their way to flood through. You fell to your knees, landing on the ground of Bokuto’s doorstep. Your head hung low, hiding the tears swelling in your eyes but not hiding the whimpers escaping your lips.

“Why? Why was I not good enough?” you questioned, pain straining your voice. “Why do you continue to hurt me”. You felt embarrassed and ashamed, admitting the hurt you had felt watching the man above you love falling for another. You slowly lifted your head up, shocked to meet a harsh gaze that once was soft for you. It seems as though that even the prettiest of roses still have their thorns. 

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It was safe to say that night spent crying to Bokuto wasn’t as comforting as you wanted it to be. It’s not like you expected him to leave a woman for the likes of you. You didn’t even want him to leave his lover, you just wanted the comfort of his embrace. Another thing you didn’t expect was his cold condescending voice. The same voice that sounded like music to your ears were now spitting venom.

“You’re so selfish y/n why can’t you just be happy for me!”

“Why would you ever think I would want you, I mean have you see yourself”

“You’ll never be like her”

“You make me sick”

It’s been weeks since that unfortunate confrontation. Bokuto apologized for his uncalled for accusations, and you forgave him. That was the last time you spoke with him. Yes you forgave him, but you would never forgave yourself for falling so deeply for someone you knew you could never claim as your own. His vile words still floated around your head, you weren’t even mad you felt as though you deserved this. After that night, your world returned to the gray and gloomy state it once was. 

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The skies were gray and the ground was littered with cracks. The air carried the whispers of those who have come and gone. Life felt empty.

What’s my purpose anymore?

He walked along the tattered road with his head hung low. Ignoring the sounds of footprints walking near. His hands felt cold, he clenched his fist remembering how much he missed the warmth of yours.

Your whole existence felt warm to him, warm and comforting. Your smile put butterflies in his stomach and the way you called his name was music to his ears. When he held your body to his, it felt like home. 

Now, he had no home. His home was gone in an instant. It was as if his home had perished in a fire leaving small haunting traces behind. You had left him behind with memories and a broken heart.

He still remembers the way you laid in front of him, your body cold and lifeless. It was silent, all he could hear was the abrupt stop of his heart. There was no warmth surrounding him, only the cool night breeze flowing through the hospital.You were gone, and you took your warmth with you. 

Osamu could never figure out why the world was so cruel. What had he done in his past life to deserve this punishment? It was hard for him to process that the one he had promised to love and cherish for the rest of his years was no longer here. 

He walked cold and alone tonight, and for all the nights to come.

The hour long walk had led him here, back to you. Except, you weren’t there to greet him with a kiss on a cheek and warm embrace; this time you stood beneath his feet. 

Tears fell from his shiny gray eyes, falling on to the dark stained headstone where your body laid to rest. You must be cold, he thought. 

The dark haired twin slipped his jacket off and swung it above the stone. He chuckled with tears rolling down his face, it reminded him of your first date together where you had been shivering so Osamu had swung his coat over you. He remembered how your eyes twinkled that moment, you looked at him like he was your savior.

Staring at your eternal resting place, Samu dropped to his knees. He screamed at himself and the world around. You were supposed to be with me, not cold and alone under the dirt!

How could he cope when your side of the bed remained empty. When there would be nobody to come home to with a smile plastered on their face. Nobody to feed his secret reciepes filled with love. How could he cope when the love of his life left.

There was no longer the warmth Miya Osamu craved for during the early and late hours of the day…