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Purple Hyacinths
Iwaizumi x gn!Reader
Genre: Angst, Hanahaki Disease AU
Warnings: reader throws up flowers, character death, sad ending
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It seemed like so long ago.
It was a colder summer, unlike any year before. An early indication that things would be different.
You watched on, dazy whispers and teasing smirks slowly thinning to missed calls and sleepless nights.
It didn’t hit you at first.
But looking back at it, you could only feel regretful for allowing yourself to be submitted through that pain.
He always came to you for help. Even on stormy evenings where the downpour blanketed over every inch of the earth.
“She cheated again.”
And you’d always listen. You’d listen to his harrowing cries that echoed through your house, tears staining your shoulder.
It was the same cycle all over again.
She’d cheat on him. Break his heart. He’d come to you. Your heart would slowly break. He’d make a faulty resolve that you both knew he would forget about. He’d go back. She’d cheat again.
For years, you endured through the agonizing pain that clawed at your heart. You couldn’t let go of him, and it was slowly killing you.
“What? Hajime you can’t! She cheated on you multiple times! And I’m always here to pick up the pieces! I’m sick of it! You deserve so much better!”
“I’m sorry Y/N. I... I love her too much.”
“If you walk out that door, don’t bother coming back.”
“I’m sorry.”
And as the door clicked shut, you had never felt so hopeless.
The void that plagued your gut rippled through your entire body, a cold shiver scaling down every muscle of your back.
You remember feeling a vehement gasp escape from your lips before your knees were buckling.
Tears streamed down your face and rolled onto the carpet below you. Your fingernails dug into the soft flooring as hot needles pressed against your chest cavity, throat constricting as something forced its way past your jaw.
It felt like hours of red hot agony had passed before you were able to clear your vision enough to see the mess you’d created.
Yellow Daffodil petals littered the floor below you.
Tiring nights followed after your fight. You remember keeping a bucket beside your bed, leaning over to heave more petals every once and a while.
Slowly but surely, the number of petals increased and you soon started spotting specks of blood on them.
Your joints ached as you felt like your whole ribcage was collapsing in on itself. Spells of dizziness occurred frequently and you could gradually feel your body giving in.
After he walked out that night.
He never texted you again.
Staying true to your words, it was like you never even existed to him.
So why was it... why was it that you still loved him.
And why was the world punishing you for it?
A dull ringing masked your eardrums as you blankly looked out the hospital window.
Despite heavy insistence from the doctors you went to, you refused to get the operation.
You knew you’d soon meet your maker.
And after months of sitting in the same frosty room, your only company being your vitals monitor, you grew accustomed to the idea of death.
In and out, nurses would appear every once and while to check up on you.
This process became your life.
Clutching your hospital gown tightly, you leaned over your lap as you felt the familiar burning of petals in your throat.
Forcing it out of your body, you hollowly looked down onto your bed as a full chrysanthemum flower rested on your sheets.
Leaning down onto your bed, you glanced over to the side of your room, a content sigh brushing past your lips as you saw the window cracked open.
Cool air swirled around your temples, easing you further into the sea of white hot pain.
You faintly felt your fingers twitch, the noise of the room around you drumming into emptiness.
Gradually, your vision clouded over as you welcomed the darkness.
Sinking into the waters of uncertainty, your last conscious thought could only be that of the man you so desperately loved.
Time continued to pass afterwards, and it was such a shame that you’d never see the way he visited your grave.
Purple hyacinths in hand, he could only hope one day you’d be able to forgive him.
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