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Italics mean flashbacks.
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There was a certain point in time in which I stopped going into Len's room. Somewhere between puberty and Len's new beauty, Len and I started to drift apart. So as I stood in front of his door that day, I realized that I was scared. Scared to knock, scared to call out his name. And what bothered me the most was that I didn't know why. I just was.
But at the same time, I was worried. He had stopped eating so much and he barely came out of his room unless it was to be with her. And oddly enough, the calendars were disappearing. Every time I put one up, it disappeared within a couple hours. Somehow, I knew it was him.
And I stood in front of his door for what seemed like hours until I just decided to open the thing. Because if anything, I was so sure that despite it all, I was the one that knew my precious brother the most. And just like I had done my entire life, I was going to be there for him. I was going to fix his problems. At that moment, that conclusion was nothing less than a fact - a naïve thought, if anything.
And as I opened that door, I remember that all I could see was white. Because littered on the floor, the bed, the desk and every other part imaginable were scraps of papers. No - calendars. And sitting in the middle of it all, was Len.
Everything I had wanted to say left my mouth. My words had drowned in white. But what caught my attention the most were the dead flowers, the smashed flowers, the ruined flowers. They too were everywhere, all gently placed in cups of water, as if that would save them. But one look at those flowers made it clear that they weren't coming back to life anytime soon. And as I stared, I remembered a day back in September.
"Len! Let's go! We're going to be late again!"
"….Rin. Look. It's dying."
"Yes Len. That's what flowers do, ya know? They bloom, they wilt, and then they die. It's something called life."
"But….it would have lived longer if someone hadn't stepped on it…"
"True…but life isn't always fair….Anyways, we should go – "
"This will happen to you to, won't it?"
"What will happen to me?"
"You too will wilt and die, won't you?"
"Well…yeah…but so will you...and everyone else…..but don't worry, I'll last much longer than a flower! You can't get rid of me that easily! Now COME-ON! We're really gonna be late now!"
I remember reaching out my hand, and he grasped it so tightly, as if afraid that I too would disappear right before his eyes.
And so as I stared at the dead flowers decorating his room, I couldn't but wonder about his intentions.
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There's part two! Reviews would be greatly loved ^^
And to Miss Piyototo...please don't kill me~~~I won't be able to update if you do...
