𝔹𝕖𝕖𝔾𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕩 𝔽!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟡: 𝕄𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝔽𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕋𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀𝕟 𝕄𝕪 𝕍𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕡

Why does he even have it in the first place and what was he planning to do with it?

⚠️Mentions of death/implied death, swearing, mention of manipulation, mentions of insanity, guilt tripping, worrying/stressful/panic-inducing thoughts

(A/N: Not too bad trigger warning-wise this time, ey?)

I huff, studying the flower a bit closer, the light of the sun shining through the glass seemingly keeping the fragile piece of life safe. I smile to myself at the sight, glad nature not only brings danger but beauty. I no longer feel myself focusing on the blue plant, instead dazing out.

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[Time Skip]

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A familiar, raspy voice snaps me out of my little episode before I completely disassociate from reality entirely. "Good morning, Y/N~" "O-oh uh...hey," is all I manage to stammer out, still caught off by his presence. I stuff the flower back into my inventory before he could see, checking the window. How much time had passed? "When'd you wake up?" "Just now," Bee answers back, yawning as he floats his way towards me.

"Ah. Sleep well?" I ask the ghost as he plops down next to me.

"I wish... Since I'm dead, I can never fully regain stamina. So I'm kind of just...tired...all the time," he sighs, giving me a bittersweet smile.

"..."

We both marinate in the heavy and awkward silence. Er, well it's awkward for me. From the look on his face, it seems he's pretty content.

After a couple more seconds pass, I clear my throat, to which Bee doesn't respond in any way. I open my mouth to talk but I'm cut off by a question I wasn't really expecting.

"Have you ever been in love?"

My eyes widen at the sudden personal question. After not answering, he turns to look my way for any sign of emotion. "...You don't have to answer if you can't or don't want to. It's just..." he starts, scooting closer to me. I flinch at the proximity but quickly compose myself and lean into the couch, his head resting on my shoulder. "I had a dream last night. It was warm and fuzzy. I felt...happy, for once. And there was someone else there who made me feel those things. And I thought to myself 'Is this what it's like to be in love?' I-I've never really been in love before, I don't think, and no one's ever loved me. At least, from what I can remember. I may have fell in love before when I was alive and it had nothing but happy memories and that's why I can't remember but I can't guarantee. So, uhm, I wanted to know what it's like. That's why I asked you. So...yeah..." he rambles softly and quietly, loud enough for me to hear him, and held my hand with both of his.

Do I answer truthfully or do I lie? 'Have I ever been in love?' I don't know if I had. Should I just say I have? Maybe tell him I don't remember. Maybe say something angsty or corny and leave the conversation...

"Rose? Are, uhm, are you okay?" he asks me worriedly, looking up from the place he had made himself comfortable: my arm. Okay, no more stalling, Y/N. Just don't even think about it, answer with the first thing that comes to mind.

"Yes. I have."

The kind man's ears perk up at my words, his eyes filled with curiosity, as if ushering me to keep going. "It...was awhile ago. And it only lasted for a bit. But it was...nice," I tell him, reminiscing on the time I had a massive crush on Roy. That was, until he lost his damn marbles. Probably for the best, anyways. If he knew I had feelings for him, I know very well he would have used that as an advantage against me.

Bee nods his head, letting me know he's actively listening. I sigh but continue, "They had such a beautiful and exciting soul. Somehow every move they made just further solidified the fact I was utterly head-over-heals for them," I smile to myself, feeling something other than pain for once. Happiness. But that temporary calm and content feeling leaves me as quick as it came. I frown.