《('ᴀʀɢᴏs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʀ ᴘʟᴀɴᴛ') ᵒⁿᵉˢʰᵒᵗˢ!》sᴀᴅɴᴇss. (angst-)
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( this will be argos with his diary! :) )
- flashback -
"Day 283, today I wasn't able to go see Mr.plant. I really wanted to go, I was hoping if I." He stopped for a moment.
Not wanting to think about what happened that day.
--------------- earlier that day -------------
Argos was trying to a present for Mr.plant,
Today was Valentine's!
After he got a present for him. Argos went to his door and knocked.
Nothing..?
Once again he knocked. And knocked. And knocked. Until he knocked down the door, he went in a room and saw..
Mr.Flower + Mr.Plant
He felt like..throwing something, but nothing.
He felt something roll down his cheek. It was warm, gentle, and wet.
Soon more came. His eyes were full, he walked out the house. The day was rainy,
He went to the restaurant down the street. Just to see Mr.Flower holding Mr.plant's hand.
He felt..of what he never felt before.
Or at least what he didn't think he felt.
Well known as sadness.
Now "sadness" wasn't what argos felt in a long time. Because he always was happy.
Well, that's because. If he would cry. It would be hard for him to get over it.
Well. Over Mr.plant.
He realized he was standing in the middle of the street.
And he was crying, soaking wet, cold, and sad.
He walked on the smooth ground, Now wet one.
He wanted to get out of his mind. Out of his head.
Not paying any looks of where his legs were taking him. He crashed in to the wall. 'Where did that come from?' He thought.
He walked back to the place he called "home".
And was crying. A lot.
-back to the present-
So, now we are here. Argos writing in his diary. To be honest, I feel bad sharing all of this.
Without his knowing. (sorry argos-)
Still writing. He didn't even bother to think about it anymore.
Soon his eyes closed and he fell asleep.
(BTW this is his bedroommmm!)
Thank you for reading! I know this Is cringe- but its 3:50 am rn sooo- yuh.
Word counttttt! :
353!
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