A/N: I don't own anything you recognize.
Covered by a mountain of flower petals, lilies, roses, something purple,more falling from her lips as she wondered why no one would never, could never, love her, even as she lay here dying.
All she saw was purple as another petal floated fell from her lips. She blinked back the tears, her lungs aching for air, aching to be able to breath again. Another petal, a delicate emerald leaf and then something pressed against her lips.
Something that wasn't soft, that didn't smell like lavender, like lilies, something warm, alive. For a moment, she was stunned, confused.
The world had been a purple haze, foggy, but that was clearing. The edges of her vision returning to normal colors, her lungs suddenly filling with cold air, expanding in her chest as the fog that had filled her head started to clear, started to vanish.
"Am I too late?" a soft voice asked, one Pansy had heard in her dreams, one she didn't recognize now. She didn't even recognize herself. She coughed, only mucus and saliva coming from her lips this time, no petals, no leaves.
"I've got you, it's okay, I'm here now."
Pansy stared at her rescuer, at the shock of short red hair, one side shaved. The hard metal ball on her lips, the remembrance of how it had felt against her lips.
"Who?" Pansy finally managed to say, her throat raw.
"Rose, I'm Rose, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry I took too long, so long. I didn't realize you were waiting for me."
"Rose," Pansy said, the name filling her mouth with warmth, making her heart flutter. She slowly smiled, letting Rose pull her from the pile of flower petals that covered the ground. Letting Rose kiss her again and again, promising she'd never make Pansy wait for her again