Flower MeaningsFlower MeaningsFlower Meanings by JutsuGal1208
Red Carnation, Jacob’s Ladder
Branch of Currants, Peach Blossom,
Red Columbine, Convolvulus,
Purple Columbine, White Rose,
Four Leaf Clover,
Crocus, Crimson Polyanthus,
Cedar of Lebanon, Lesser Celandine.
Double Aster, Single Aster,
Lemon Scented Geranium,
Witch Hazel, Oats,
Butterfly Weed, Catchfly,
Black Mulberry Tree,
Makora Ushiba: Broken Inside ch. 12Makora Ushiba: Broken Inside ch. 12Makora Ushiba: Broken Inside ch. 12 by JutsuGal1208
Makora’s body grew stiff, and her face hot. She was stunned, literally. She didn’t say anything, she didn’t move, she just stared at him with wide, wet eyes, dumbfounded.
“We can go out after you get out of the hospital if you’d want..” He kept her hands in his, looking her over in wait for an answer. “I know you’ve had a crush on me for a while, I guess it’s my fault for waiting so long…”
She opened her mouth slightly as if to speak, but no sound came out other than a soft rasp of air. Her body started to tremble slightly.
Haru sighed, “I know it’s sudden, and probably not the best time considering…” He just shook his head, “You don’t need to be scared Makora, trust me. Back when I was with your dad, I almost went black, but when Yuki reminded me of you, I knew I shouldn’t, even if he’s the fucker that hurt you. I would never go black if
Makora Ushiba: Broken Inside ch. 11Makora Ushiba: Broken Inside ch. 11Makora Ushiba: Broken Inside ch. 11 by JutsuGal1208
After two weeks of being trapped in her room with no access to shower, toilet, or basically anything, Makora got to see how she looked in the mirror. Hair mussed, entire body bruised, crusty with blood and filth, and grimy. She couldn’t help but cry a bit at her reflection, realizing everyone, Haru included, saw her like this. She hoped it wasn’t this bad, but she soon washed up, and got settled into her hospital bed ad gown once her leg was set in a cast and all her wounds and reopened scars were treated. Looking out the window, the sun had long ago set, leaving faint hints of pink that were being overtaking by purples and blues. She leaned back into her bed with a sigh, eyes heavy.
“Hello, Makora..” Hitomi walked in with a smile, holding her medical chart in her hand, “How’re you feeling?”
“Clean..” she smiled slightly with a quiet chuckle. “And tired, surprisingly..”