A/N: I'm sorry that this is so short. But I believe this (potential) set of drabbles deserves its own file instead of being thrown into my other unrelated works.
This, is a story about healing.
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He comes to her like a raging thunderstorm, pounding at her door like waves to the dock of a sinking vessel in the midst of a monsoon. She finds him there, aching with a kind of pain she's come to know too well, the whistling of his breathing a war cry for air's mercy. He clutches one hand roughly against his chest as his lips twist in a painful grimace, desperation the last resort of his sanity.
"Shiho," Her name comes out in a sob, and he bends over in an attempt to ease the growing ache twirling in his chest. The hand pressing against his heart tightens, white knuckles popping out. "It hurts."
She barely catches him as he falls on his knees and he starts coughing violently. Bending over, a trembling hand seeks for support on the floor while the other twists viciously against the pain on his ribcage, trying in vain to make it go away.
Shiho's eyes widen in sheer horror at the sight of the blood-stained petals he coughs into his palm.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his cobalt eyes mirroring her desolation, "She loves someone else."
She feels the sharp stab of his words on her guts, creating a chain reaction that triggers a thousand thorns blossoming in her lungs. Her heart aches, a familiar itch creeping up her throat. She swallows back a cry.
"It's okay," the strawberry blonde breathes, kneeling next to him. Her hand starts rubbing slow, soothing circles on his back. "You'll be okay."
It's a promise.
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He comes to her like a raging thunderstorm, like pouring rain in the heart of spring. He comes to her with his sad eyes and the withering flowers in his chest, lovelorn and forsaken. And the sprouts in her ribcage bloom quietly once again, rooting at the very heart of her being.
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A/N: Thank you guys for supporting me all along in this fandom. It goes without saying: reviews are extremely appreciated!