Chapter 4. Fairy Drop (4)
Human body fluids contain emotions. At last, the plant realized the identity of the darkness that laid beneath the boy’s heart. After despair and resignation, it becomes dry.
The name of that painful feeling was loneliness.
The boy’s deep solitude caused a great ripple in the soul of the plant. A feeling of pity began to build up deep in its soul, and the plant finally knew for sure what it had been hoping for.
‘I, I want to see your smiling face.’
‘Do not cry. I hate it when you cry.’
It wanted to shout so much, but without a neck, it couldn’t make a sound. It wanted to wipe the tears away, but without a hand there would be no action. The only sense that the current plant could affect was the boy’s perspective.
‘I want to reach you.’
‘I want to hug you.’
‘I want to appease your loneliness.’
It hated the lonely darkness that had taken over his heart.
It wanted to cast out all his darkness.
If it can’t get rid of it, it wants to get rid of it by eating it.
If it can’t get rid of it because he’s already empty, it wants to fill his empty space.
And when he’s full, it wants to protect him so the darkness can’t haunt him again.
‘What? What should I do?’
Until the main body was completed, it could be reproduced in the same form as many times as possible. But that wasn’t the point. It was wrong. Color alone could not comfort the boy’s loneliness. The plant hastily rummaged through all of its knowledge.
It needed flowers. People generally say that seeing flowers makes you feel good. From what it has seen so far, the boy seems to like it too.
Then let’s be flowers.
Much more lively than it is now. With a look that is beautiful enough to keep the eyes moving, yet comfortable. Shedding a gentle fragrance. A flower with such a bright color that even just one single flower can fill it with emptiness at once… To become a flower.
The remnants of the plant turned into tiny water droplets. Thousands of drops of water gathered in one place, illuminating the dazed boy. After linking each other, the puddle was revived as a stem and a leaf that it was familiar with.
But this time it didn’t end there. At the edge of the plant, a pale pink bud with a soft light was shining. In front of the boy’s rough breathing and his eyes that seemed to pop out, the petals that had formed a bud in a swirling shape unfolded one by one.
…It was blooming
The blue eyes, filled with tears, were filled with petals.
The flower looked at the boy, waving its body gently.
The boy was making a face it had never seen before. His face dyed with a warm color enough to want flowers to take root.
‘You’re so cute when you smile like that.’
The flower wanted that.
‘I’m curious about you. I want to know you. I want to talk to you.’
So, the flower wanted to be born.
The flower was engulfed in bright light. The petals swarmed back into buds like a whirlwind, and the leaves completely enveloped the stem.
Before long, the buds were dripping down, and a young and cute face popped out from within. From the body the leaves had been hiding, short, white limbs stretched out.
The pale pink petals became part of the softly curving hair, and the pale pink leaves became a part of the sky blue skirt. The light pooled behind her back spread out through her thin wings.
The fairy slowly raised her long eyelashes.
The light of the universe was gathered together and beaten by the brilliant eyes as if they were driven together, forming a shabby boy’s image.
This being would have become a powerful dark fairy had it not met the boy, because this room was so dark and damp that it could be left with the dark attribute.
However, consciously or unconsciously, this being, who had been overly engrossed in the boy throughout its growth, eventually blossomed into a flower fairy.
The young boy shoved his face towards the baby fairy so that their nose touched. Blinking and looking at the boy, the fairy finally said what she had always wanted to say whenever she saw the boy.
The fairy smiled broadly, flew up, and kissed the boy’s red cheek.