She always dreamt of this moment. Senpai towering over her, his cheeks flushed red and a confession leaving his lips. She always wanted to see him flustered, see him blush and see him in love with her.
A simple ‘I love you.’ Left those thin lips of his, his eyes looking directly at her with great affection. She always thought the first thing she’d want to do when this happened was to kiss him. Yet now, standing before him, all she wanted to do was ridicule him.
She wanted to stick her heel down his throat, make him beg for mercy like a pathetic rat on its last breath, though a rat may be too classy for his level on a second thought. She wanted to slap him, make him feel foolish as to ever believing that she could ever love him.
She felt a strong feeling in herself, was it love? Were the butterflies of excitement devouring her stomach? Yeah, that’s definitely it. She loved him, after all. She wanted him all to herself for years, she’s mercilessly murdered numerous girls for him, she was in love with him.
The feeling was getting stronger, until she couldn’t hold it in anymore. However what escape her lips and appeared before her horrified eyes, was her ‘crush’ covered in vomit. She had thrown up on him.
She was supposed to love him, yet she feels nothing but disgust and resentment towards him, all she wishes to do is to wrap her arms around his neck.
And then snap it lovingly.
Years later, yet all she could do was think about her pawn. She’s the king of the chessboard, so naturally, she’d do anything to checkmate her opponent.
Now that she has achieved that, her mind never gives the man a second thought. All the girls she killed for him died for nothing. She sacrificed Celeste for nothing.
The tip of her slender fingers brushed against the soft petals of a yellow camellia. The dashing sunlight bounced off her face as she stared at the numerous pots of flowers before her. It was a great beauty, the warm sunlight brightening up the room with colourful petals littered everywhere.
How she wished to share this view with the blonde girl she once knew.
Yumi was forced to flee America with the police beginning to suspect her, now she lives in a peaceful neighbourhood in the Netherlands. Arranging gorgeous flowers for her customers in her own shop, living in a quaint little cottage in the countryside.
Perhaps the rest of her life would be spent on the run, after all the murders she’s committed there was no means of a peaceful path for her. How tiring.
She loved the fragrant flowers, their soft petals, bold colours and gorgeous leaves. What’s not to love about that? Yet one day, all that beauty will soon wilt.
While she’s still brimming with colour, while she hasn’t turned into an ugly brown, while she still has her head up facing the sun, she should cut the stem. At least then, she wouldn’t have to watch the gardeners get their hands on her.
Her last bouquet was dyed crimson.