- Created By CipherPol
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.
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Aden opened his eyes in the darkness and breathed in the stench of the dying incarceration ship. He felt the sonorous growl of the engines in the pit of his stomach. Somewhere close, there was breathing, heavy and deep and distinct from the consta...End
