A/N: Entry 2 for the Writing Prompt Comp. TW for mentions of suicide. Warning: high angst, the saddest thing you will read all day. This is Linhiana (Linh x Biana) from Keeper of the Lost Cities.

Prompt: Write a oneshot about your OTP! Cite your fandom! Bonus points if you can make us giddily squeal and/or drown in feels.

There are flowers everywhere. Sweet-smelling silver ones, soft and silky. Rough, rugged red ones, ravishing and ruthless. They litter the ground, staining the air. They bleed and wither away to nothing.

Sometimes, people come. They look at the flowers, breathe in their scents, and then leave, usually. Once, somebody catches one and presses it between the pages of a notebook, where it will stay and silently fall apart for the rest of time.

But the flowers sleep, and sometimes sing, and all is well.

A flower does not measure things the way a person does. It does not think in terms of time, or space. To a flower, everything happens simultaneously.

To a girl, things happen in an order. You laugh after you hear a joke. You blush after you see your crush. You go numb, a little, after you see something you can never unsee.

And then you run to a field you lived in once, with your brother, a lifetime ago. You die into the empty space, where you know only the flowers can see you. You bleed on the grass, heart and soul there for anyone to see. You know, without a doubt, that you will never be fully okay again.

You cry into the flowers, but they aren't real tears. There's something on your chest, and it's big and crushing, and it will never go away no matter how many times you try to fight it, to breathe normally. Memories are crashing into you, guilt like a tsunami, sweeping away everything, but you will not break, because you are powerful and strong, and you are a survivor. You always have been.

But he was supposed to survive with you.

The wind whips through the field, and the flowers watch the black-haired girl with the silver tips fall apart on the grass.

They do not comfort her. After all, they are only flowers.

Another girl comes, beautiful brown hair billowing behind her as she runs to the first girl, tears streaming down her face. She speaks, but the wind coveres up her words.

The other girl looks up. She is wearing a long lavender dress, and there is something steely yet undoubtedly broken about her eyes. "Biana. You're here."

"Of course I'm here," Biana says, and she sits down next to the girl in the lavender dress. "I'll always be here, Linh."

Linh grabs the grass and she pulls it out, a whole chunk of life smothered to nothing in an instant. And then she screams. She screams so loud that the flowers hear her, and they jump back. She screams so loud that it seems in that instant everyone can hear her. She screams so that a little bit of the thing on her chest that is crushing her is gone, but more comes to take its place in an instant. She screams, and there is something raw and horrible about her, and she knows it, but she cannot make it stop. She screams and she screams and she screams and she screams.

And then her voice is hoarse, and ragged with unshed tears. "Bi. How did he... how could he..."

She can't finish, but Biana knows what she means. "I don't know, baby, I don't know," she says, and Linh is rocking back and forth and making sounds like she's dying and all Biana can do is keep repeating, "I'm here, I'm here, I'm here."

And Linh's crying now, too, and there are tears streaming down her face, but they're the only water in sight for miles. "I love him, Bi," she's sobbing, "and so many other people do too, and he can't be, he can't be gone," and she's gulping for air and her lungs and her heart and everything inside of her is failing.

And Biana is watching her heart break into pieces right in front of her and all she can do is keep repeating, "I'm here, I'm here, I'm here," and rub her girlfriend's back and wipe away her tears.

Linh is empty, now. She has given up everything that was inside of her, the tears and the screams and all of the pleading she did when she saw his body lying there, an empty shell and a knife and blood, blood, blood. The thing that was crushing her has found its way inside of her heart.

She will never, ever be okay, because she loved him. Because they were strong together. Because the only thing that made it be okay even when their parents abandoned them was that they had each other, and that was enough, and now he is gone and he left her here to piece together the broken pieces.

And Biana grabs her and hugs her, hugs her tight so that their hearts are beating against each other, and she will never let her go. Nothing about this is okay at all but for Linh, it is the closest that it will be for a long time.

The wind leaps through the trees and roars in their ears. Biana is wearing green, the color of life. The color of death.

The flowers flutter.

Linh is numb.

Her nose is running, and there is still saltwater running down her face, and she is still heaving for breath among heavy sobs, but she has built a sort of barrier in her mind. She knows without a doubt that she is not a coward, and she will force herself to know that she is not to blame. She will let Biana into her heart, and she will cry, and she will die again and again, but she will keep living.

Spring is coming, and the air smells beautiful and new, and one girl is crying in a field. There is another girl beside her, holding her hand. "I'm here. I'm here."

The wind dies down. The flowers can hear everything. They don't want to listen, sometimes, to the things that go on on this field.

They can't help it, though. After all, they are only flowers.

A/N: I'm so sorry. Also, I won second place for this week. ;))