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Give me answers
"You kissed my brother?" Argos demanded, throwing the diary at raze's feet. He apparently had no shame. Raze was changing, trying to put up her hair and get dressed and try to look present able and in the midst of that, her belligerent ass of a me...oops
Everything around her was blurred. The people, the lights, the walls, and her own thoughts were hazy and intangible. there were kids around her smiling at her; she could see the white of their teeth. Sometimes someone pushed something else into he...much later
"I think I'm completely and really stupidly in love with your dumbass of a brother, Chide." Raze said. They were sitting outside together, her and Chide, on the swings just like they always did when they'd had a talk. Chide laughed as he whizzed p...Funeral Flowers [DRABBLE]
More often then not the flowers in spring were a joyful thing.
In the vase on the counter, they laughed at chase, withering in their own skins; crippled. It was almost symbolic, he thought, funeral flowers - celebrations of the deceased's life - dying. The wilted tulips were fading mourners, too many of them to count. They had covered the casket and coated the floors, once radiant and praising. Ornamental things, good for a day and gone in the morning, too much like life to be appropriate for beautifying the dead.
Chase grabbed a vase and flung it across the room. It shattered on the far wall, water pooling on the hard wood floor, glass littering the furniture. Tulip carcasses were drowning in their own life-support. Like Aden, mind vacant from his own body, laying in a white room already too far gone.
He prayed. Chase begged and bargained with any god who'd listened but eventually their money ran out. Aden died in the bed his brain rotted in at chase's hand and his husband's consent. The doctors had said he'd never come back. No brain activity means you're already gone, right?
There were too many dead memories in a house no longer a home. One flower for each one.
