•Selfish Love• {an entry for the Hanahaki Disease Challenge}

Okay, so I'm gonna be straight to the point about this post. This fan fiction is between Gideon and Mabel, and this is about the Hanahaki disease. I really enjoyed writing this, so I hope you'll enjoy reading it! :D

Read on!

Slight gore warning, folks.

"Selfish Love"

Illuminaughty_816

•3rd POV•

"Please....."

"Just l-let me go..."

"I beg you...."

"I'm so tired of this a-already.."

Her pale cerise lips trembled with utter fear as she pleaded profusely, begging him for her release from his treacherous acts with eyes withholding the feelings of weariness and dismal as she stared through his cold, unwelcoming glare, in hopes to see a small ounce of pity to spark in his eyes. Purple circles were etched under her woeful brown eyes, crestfallen beyond imagination.

She wasn't like this before.

Gideon scoffs lightly under his breath, turning away with his heart burning in a fervor flame of guilt— but he shook his head with a palm on his forehead as he trudged away, trying to ease his distorted thoughts corrupting his psychotic mind, discomfort clear from his own tainted thoughts.

She'll get used to this.

He tried to shut out his love's dreary calls of pleading for freedom that was currently reverberating inside his head in a cacophony of exhausted pleas. He was used to it. He still is.

Why wasn't she tired of begging for her release?

He didn't want to let go of her, even if it kills him inside when the brunette's soft cries would echo painfully in his ears— he wasn't used to hear such unpleasant sound before. Her voice used to be seraphic, lively, and serenading to his soul. But throughout this drastic change, he still managed to get used to it.

She'll be alright.

He wanted her to be on his side, for him to be able to see her presence no matter how lifeless and arid she seemed to be after every day, for him to brush his deadly fingers all over her chestnut locks even though she'd shudder in a horrid manner as she'd feel the sensation of his hands grazing her scalp slightly that felt like fire on her ashen skin.

She had no choice.

Gideon coughs strenuously, his stomach churning when he hunched his back and placed a hand on his navel to ease the pain that slowly develops in his insides. He wheezes, choking on a lump stuck inside his throat and he tried desperately to spit it out as he could feel it block his airway. He induced vomiting, in a despair attempt to remove whatever is inside his mouth, anxiety grabbing a hold in his dreaded heart at what was currently happening to him without knowing why.

He had no choice.

The pain grows more intense that Gideon found himself crouching on his spot with tears pricking the corner of his eyes at the burning sensation that engulfed his entirety, gnashing his teeth beneath his pallid lips, as if his soul was burning from invincible flames that he deserved to endure from the unforgivable crimes he had committed.

He loves her. Entirely. Selfishly.

Hot tears raced down to his cold cheeks, dampening his skin with his own salty tears that slithered from his eyes past his cheeks. He could feel something coming out from his mouth, his throat burning in intense pain when he feels it pricking inside as it tries to expand to its size. He grasped his own neck, in a weak attempt to ease the suffocation.

She didn't feel the same.

Gideon hurls, various flowers in attractive colors emitting from his mouth. He shut his eyes painfully as he continued to gag, more pained tears racing down on his face, choking vigorously that caused the flowers' vibrant petals to fall like colorful confetti from his throat.

So, he kept her as a prisoner..

Crimson dripped from the corners of his pale lips, wheezing hardly and coughed one again with great exertion, blood staining the vivid hues of the flowers that bloomed flawlessly, despite the fact that it was gruesomely stained with the boy's crimson blood.

..in a vain attempt for her to return such ionate emotion towards him just like he felt for the beautiful maiden.

Gideon slowly felt lightheaded, vision fading into a blurred scenery beyond his eyes and utter weakness of his entirety made his legs tremble with unease. With a final choke, his vision turns pitch black when his eyelids fluttered close, his body falling onto the hard and cold ground with a silent thud with the blooming flowers between his parted albescent lips.

Selfish love, indeed.

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AHHHHHH I absolutely love Hanahaki Disease now! Its vividness is purely amazing! :ok_hand: :two_hearts: :revolving_hearts: :sparkles:

Anyways, I hope you like it!! Don't forget to comment 'bout what you think, and thank you for reading! Have a good day/night, people! :D