Regret. They certainly regret things, though it’s dull and conflicting. Like a cut on their finger or a broken bone, it’s constant like a searing pain but dull like the feeling of a bandaid on their skin. They regret a lot of things, sometimes they’re convinced they deserve to regret all of it. They regret Azure, but they’re not sure which part they hate to regret most. Was it the peaceful days when all they did was lay in bed? Was it the fights that made them tear up every time? Was it the moment they thought of killing Azure? Or was it when they actually did it?

They regret meeting you, even if you ended up saving them. They regret listening to you when you asked them to help you with something. They should’ve ignored you. they regret all the chaotic moments together when you convinced them to try their hand at cooking. They regret stealing your stuff when they thought you weren’t looking. They regret building that damned shrine of you, and they hate how they can’t bring themselves to destroy it. They regret falling in love more than anything.

They stare you for a moment, noticing all the details they couldn’t see in the morning light. Unblinking, unflinching, unsure. Weeks of mustering up the courage to say something, down the drain in seconds. They used to hold conversations with you, before they fell in love, now they can’t even look at you without loosing their train of thought. What were they going to say? Something about the rain? They sigh softly, plastering the most convincing smile they can muster onto their face.

They steel themselves, shakily holding out a singular flower for you. One day things will be perfect, but until then everything will be as it’s always been. Including you and the way you look at them. When things are perfect.. "..I found a lily, I figured you’d like it."