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The flowers clawed at his throat and pierced his lungs. The nauseating petals pushed through his muscles, sharp edges forcing their way out his mouth. As if a prolonged, agonizing torture that never ceased. Though it seemed more manageable than processing the words he heard.
“Sorry, Takuto.” Rumi’s smile stung. Stabbing his body, rendering him still and motionless. Agonizing to even stand in front of her. "I wish I could, but…"
Takuto heard the sound of his muscles tearing apart to make way for the flowers. His ears rang, his being drowned in the idea of what he could have had.
The coughs were harsh. Akin to stabbing in his throat. Petals poured over the cusp of his lips.
Panic fed into the torture. Choking to death seemed better than the rejection.
His coughing worsened. He pleaded silently for the flowers to leave. The gagging blended in with the loathing and he found himself scooping out the petals with his hand
Dull eyes glossed over, tears pricked at his eyes. Crimson dribbled out the corner of his lips. His breathing stopped and he thought he was going to collapse.
The blood tasted bitter against the sweet stench on his lips.