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Sitting on a bench, holding a yellow-colored flower, was none other then the Queen of the Tenma Kingdom.
The, 'Starry' Kingdom, as they called it.
Not anymore, did that name feel right.
Not after the loss of her star.
She used to come and sit here, staring at the ground far off in the distance, at his place of death.
She still saw blood on her hands, she still heard his words.
His very last words.
A cry for her to escape, was the last thing she'll heard him say.
She looked at the flower in her hand.
It reminded her of him, of the stars.
He never did actually make the connection she saw with him and the stars.
Both brightened the whole area they were in.
Was it the sky, or their bedroom.
He was kind, just like the stars seem warm.
His laugh grabbed attention of many, just like the stars shining.
So many similarities..
And yet, one that sticks with her is the one reminding her of the worst day in her life.
Both of them stopped shining one day.
She stared at the place she lost a piece of herself in.
At a small field of flowers, where she saw him be pierced by a sword.
Caught up blood and yet still try to protect her.
She felt guilty for leaving him there, leaving him to die alone.
He didn't deserve to be left there.
She felt like she abandoned him, she felt like a failure whenever explaining what happened to his fellow acquaintances.
To the one's he called friends.
She never did mention seeing the fear in his eyes, never had she successfully gaslit herself into thinking it's from the pain.
She was never able to get over the fact that his fear was not for himself, but her.
He looked petrified at the thought of something happening to her.
And was willing to sacrifice himself if it meant she gets a chance at being safe.
She picked another flower,
He always loved the idea of them.
Of growing, of blooming.
And even just the appearance, or the meaning.
He found them meaningful, valued them just like any bits of knowledge.
He always wished to be known as a great and knowledgeable King.
He never got to fulfill that dream.
Dying young.
She closed her eyes, putting her hands on her lap.
She felt a shadow touch of a hug.
He used to hug her a lot.
Maybe just the thought of physical contact made him happy.
Or maybe it was because he never got a lot of it, if it wasn't started by him.
He loved a lot of things.
A person like him was simply too good for this world.
Was simply too kind for this world.
Fate takes away the best of people.
She also takes away the best from people.
As overtime, some started calling her dimming.
Fate took away her star, her family.
Her brother.
And as she looked back at the place.
The place she keeps coming back to.
The place of his death.
Most would stay away these days, after his death most didn't want to be reminded.
Of the day they all lost someone beloved.
Maybe it's the flowers that keep her going back here.
Maybe it's the memories they both made here.
Or maybe it's the faint feeling of the shadow hugs and a warm presence.