Zinnia Magenta

Zinnia Magenta

Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

Summary

Everything is mixed up. Either he's clinically insane and in love, or in love because clinically insane. Vague and unclear. He loves her, but it's not that simple. She's complicated, he complicates things. Every detail tangles around itself and the rest of them just tangle along with it. They all had separate lives, until one small detail connects them. Them being far apart still, but now intermingled with each other one way or the other. Together or apart, it doesn't matter. Just like the flower petals open and separate, in the end they are united at the base of the zinnia.

Summary

Everything is mixed up. Either he's clinically insane and in love, or in love because clinically insane. Vague and unclear. He loves her, but it's not that simple. She's complicated, he complicates things. Every detail tangles around itself and the rest of them just tangle along with it. They all had separate lives, until one small detail connects them. Them being far apart still, but now intermingled with each other one way or the other. Together or apart, it doesn't matter. Just like the flower petals open and separate, in the end they are united at the base of the zinnia.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Vague

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 18, 2017

Reads: 464

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 18, 2017

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A gentle breeze blew. Klaus closed his eyes and smiled, then carefully ran his fingers through the grass the moment he felt the wind caress his skin. He loved that time of day; when the sun would start to go down, but it still was a while before the night. Klaus took in a deep breath. The man opened his eyes again and lay down, his back to the ground as he continued to tangle his fingers through the little patches of green. - What do you mean you can’t keep taking care of him? I can’t leave him at home, my husband and I both have work—no. I don’t understand what you mean… there’s nothing. Is…something wrong with my child? …. I really don’t know what you mean; he’s very calm at home.”

 The boy sat on a chair as he heard his mother speak on the phone. His feet still couldn’t reach the ground. He looked at the floor and sighed as he repeated his mother’s words to himself.

 The grass felt quite dry, but the bright color that decorated it seemed to state otherwise. Klaus loved that park. He loved it. The man opened his eyes again, then sat up- The boy sat in a corner, knees up, toy in hand and head buried as he listened to his parents scream, his grandparents butting in every now and then. The old lady burst in anger, picked up the child and left the house followed by her husband. This left the couple perplexed, but relieved.

“We’ll be the ones taking care of you from now on, honey bee.”

“…Kay granny…”

“We’ll always be here for you.”

“Promise you’ll always stay?”

“I promise.” - he had a full view of the street, even of the building all around it. He stared down rectifying himself of how everything had changed since last time he had been there. - A woman screamed as soon as the blood started to flow out, turning the cream wood into a lake of red and wet hair. Klaus stared down at the body and smiled.

“LOGAN!!” The woman called out in desperation and fear.

- It didn’t bother him as much as he thought it would; it really had been a while. But then again, he couldn’t possibly know how long it had been. Klaus tilted his head and smiled. - The boy sat in the front row. Two coffins, both decorated with flowers and a picture of his grandparents haunted him as the tears ran down his cheeks. The parents stood behind Klaus. Staring at him in confusion. Now that the caretakers were gone, they couldn’t figure out what to do with the teen standing before them.

 

“Klaus, this is Doctor Lauren. She’ll be the one taking are of you from now on.”

“Where’s my mom and dad?”

“They’ll visit you once a week, alright?”

“…”

- the same bookstore was still there, except the name was different. That small brown and broken house was now a store. Something that actually made the street more beautiful; the old house used to dull everything around it.  – Klaus sat in the waiting room for a while. One of the nurses walked up to him and asked if he was feeling alright. It’d been more than a month since he had last seen his parents. Surprisingly… he was alright. As if he knew it’d come to happen sooner or later. And it did, eventually.

 

 

 

“Your parents don’t love you, no one does but I, always.”The woman stated as she slowly lowered her hips while she ran her hands over his chest.

Klaus wanted to push her off, but all he could manage was to struggle against the cuffs that held him to the bed.

“Aah~”

– Klaus turned to his right and relaxed his expression as soon as he spotted that small café as it stood there, gracing the entire street with its elegance. Klaus let out a sigh then lay back down and closed his eyes again. It was still too bright to keep his eyes opened. A small bell rang. A simple and delicate jingle that originated from that café. Klaus sat up as fast as he could and looked around. Just as he had the past hundred times that bell had rang through the day. Klaus’s eyes lit up when he spotted her. This time, it was her. The woman wore a white and black dress. It was tight from the waist up to her shoulders. No sleeves, but a small stripe of black cloth hugged her arms. Starting from her hip, the short dress opened up. A princess dress for the princess. The bottom of it couldn’t possibly reach half the thigh. Her black high heels where confidently being stomped on the ground. Klaus could hear what they sounded like just by looking at her. Her black bag was being carried on by her shoulder and held by the left hand while the right one danced in synchronization with her steps. Both her hands covered in delicate white gloves. Klaus couldn’t see her face from where he was sitting, but he was sure. - The man sat behind a wooden table as people argued in front of him. He didn’t pay much attention to what was happening. He cared so little that the only thing he remembered about the court was: “Innocent by means of insanity” Followed by angry mutters and cries.

 

“There you are.” He exclaimed with a smile. 


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