Hey there, thanks for clicking on my story! I'm happy to announce the release my 3rd ever fanfiction; Withering White Lilies
I SHOULD NOT BE POSTING THIS! I'm sooooooooo behind in posting on my other stories, but this came to mind and I couldn't help but write it. It's a decent set-up if I do say so myself... And I do... so HA!
Alright, I hope it pleases everyone ;)
Enjoy~
Chapter 1
It was fitting weather for the occasion. The air smelt of wildflowers and a thick fog settled across the grassy plains of the dreary cemetery. Clouds of grey and black overlooked a small gathering of people dressed in coal and the stains of their freshly fallen tears. At the top of a steep grassy hill their stood the mass of downcast heads, glossy eyes staring in disbelief at the two tombstones that protruded from the earth. To the right, the faded slab of rock read; "Here Lies Fujioka Kotoko, Beloved Mother and Wife..." To its left, above freshly disturbed soil read; "Here Lies Suoh Haruhi, Beloved Daughter, Wife and Eternal Friend..."
Shakily laying down a freshly picked lily at the top of the rounded grave was the newly established widower, Tamaki, his swollen, red eyes leaking as reality seemed to keep coming back to twist at the unfortunate man's insides. The blond's thin fingers grazed the top of the rough grey stone as his father-in-law, respectively wearing a suit for once, placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and pulled him into a hug, to which the blond man safely took as a prime opportunity to lose control, a war's worth of blood in tears poured from the man's violet orbs as his hands gripped his father's ebony suit, Ryouji, himself, letting many a tear fall down his rosy cheeks at the sound of the only son he'd ever known sobbing as if he'd lost a limb. The long-haired man gave comforting strokes to his back as Tamaki's quivering subsided as best as he could. When glimpses of composure found its way to Tamaki mind and body, he turned to the broken faces his family, related and figurative. He saw the faces of his once-classmates, the boys he who had once called him "Milord", and gave a watery smile.
"She was a woman... of pure greatness..." he said weakly. "Of little tolerance of the things she didn't deem... logical, but kind to them none the less. Respectful and graceful, a true genius at anything she applied herself to. My dear Haruhi," He turned to his late wife's burial. "Never shall you leave our memories, for they are more precious than the most glorious gems... I love you, my sweet..."
And without a sound, the skies began to weep the tears of God.
It looked longer on my phone! I swear! But that last sentence, though... I hate it... I'm very much against Christian teachings and that last line took a lot (spiritually) out of me. Anyway, that's the first chapter, tell what you think in the reviews and don't be afraid to leave a suggestion as to where the story should go plot-wise.
Until next time my sweets, I bid you adieu~