She was a broken piece of art.
The palette of soft, bright colors faded into a sickly one, turning the gentle glow of her skin into a pale deathly one. She seemed to sink into the white sheets, the white wall, the whiteness of this place, making her almost invisible like the ghost she was meant to become. Death was looming over her as if only to wait for those pale lips to release her final breath and finally, finally, take her life.
Her eyes lost that sparkle of energy, of sweet love and kindness that made her seem so fragile and charming. They were dull, as if she, herself, was waiting to die.
Which she did. That was why her arms, legs, waist were strapped to her bed, tightly restraining her freedom, freedom she was slowly gaining each day as her body began to grow more and more healthy. She had tried, thousands times before, to cut her major arteries and die, but they always managed to get in time⦠as if he was watching her through those cameras, enjoying sickly to see her struggle to die.
She could still hear his voice, happily saying, "you're getting better everyday~ Isn't that delightful~~?"
"I hate it all. I hate it all and most of all, you," she had once screamed, again and again with her hoarse voice. "I'll die! I won't let you do it! I won't be your captive!"
His smile would then grow, gaining that twisted curve that made her hate him all the more. "But I love you, my capricious flower~"
And he would leave a bouquet of Lady's Slipper behind, the only touch of color in her white, white room.
And that repeated everyday, until she grew tired of replying.
"My sweet, sweet little flower."
He kissed those pale lips, the same very lips that once kissed Hibari's.
And he couldn't wait to mend the pieces.
