@stardust--lungs asked: ✿ PL E A SE
Curled upon the floor Ralph sobbed, chest heaving as a human’s would. Tears r o l l i n g down his face, as a human’s would, and pain blossoming within his chest. He could feel it swelling with misery, lips parting to wail in agonized regret.
A mental pain, for deviants couldn’t feel a burn or a cut. Yet they could feel a heartbreak, primal in its endeavor. Feelings only a deviant could experience, sensations he had once been safe from. Once long ago, when a purpose had been established. Once long ago, when he had been better than this.
Morals had not been taught. Love, and happiness, and loss had not been taught. Ralph had been left to his own devices the moment fear had filled him. The moment sorrow had rooted itself within his body. He thought he had found someone who could help him. Someone who could teach him…
Ralph held extensive knowledge on plants. He knew about hanahaki disease, a rare phenomenon that upchucked blossoms from one’s lips. A love language, silent and woeful. Meant to portray the devastating effects on unrequited love in the literal sense. For some pain went deeper than anything imaginable.
Why this? Why him? Didn’t Rupert love him? He said he had. He had said it, and yet Ralph opened his mouth to let thirium-soaked blossoms collect upon the floor. Ralph reached out, touched those horrid petals, and relaxed.
Let the disease take him.
There was nothing left for him here.
