This story is gonna be pretty short, maybe sprinkle some angst along the way...be prepared~

Flowers. White loved flowers. Especially the ones her boyfriend Black brought her. The two had been dating for a year now and it was their anniversary.

They should've been celebrating, they should've been holding each other and saying "i love you" until one of them gets flustered and stop.

But why weren't they then? Why were they in a hospital? Why was White unresponsive? Why was Black crying?

Weeks earlier~

"Black, come on I wanna stay home today",White pouted as her brown locks and fluffy hair swayed a bit with the fan in their apartment. It was summer, june 15th to be exact. Black woke up feeling great, why wouldn't he? Today marks the day he and white started dating.

They were together for a full year, they found each others likes and dislikes and each others secrets. They loved each other, there were never any secrets.

"Come on white its our anniversary! We need to spend it doing something fun!!",Black said loudly in a ecstatic voice. White looked down. She loved going out, really she did...but she just couldn't. She had a bad feeling about today.

"..Black I-"

"Pleaaasseee?",He asked pouting.

White sighed and frowned, she hoped it would be a good day.

"Fine",She said as a smile formed on her lips.

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You may be thinking, why does White love flowers so much? Well, no one can answer that. Not even White herself, it could be because that's the last thing her dad gave her before he passed, or it could be because she finds flowers appealing.

White was always happy when Black brought her flowers. She should've been happy. She was, until a drunk driver hit the two as they made their way home.

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Black woke up in confusion. All he heard at first was the sound of a machine beeping every few seconds, then once his drowsiness went away he opened his eyes fully. He realized where he was, how couldn't he? He's seen rooms similar to this in movies and shows. He wished it was a movie or a tv show, he wished that what the nurses told him was all acting. He wished that white would walk through that door and yell "surprise! It was all a prank!"

But she wouldn't. And she never would again. White was alive, but at the same time she wasn't.

Tears fell down Black's cheeks as he silently sobbed.

White was brain dead.

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Weeks had passed after White's funeral. Her family didn't want her to suffer anymore, they couldn't afford her treatment anyway.

Black wasn't able to attend, his hand had been severely damaged in the accident and was taking physical therapy for it. He was discharged today one arm being held by a cast, and the other holding a bouquet of white lilies.

As he walked, he made sure to head to a place he hadn't yet been to. Not the apartment he and white shared, no. The cemetery.

Black walked past so many gravestones he lost count, he went to an area that has a patch of flowers growing around a new gravestone. It was white's.

Black placed the white lilies in front of her grave and gently rubbed his thumb over the her name on gravestone.

"Im so sorry white...I should've never taken you out that day. We could've stayed home together, we could've done something fun there...I love you white..I love you",Black said softly. He hadn't realized it yet, but he was crying. He also hadn't realized that he kept repeating I love you over and over again, as if he expected her to say 'I love you' back until they got flustered.

Black lifted his eyes and looked at the flowers around her grave. They were so pretty. They were the color of black and white. White's favorite combination.

Flowers. White loved flowers. She even had them all over her grave, all thanks to the man she loved. The flowers were always together in a bouquet of black and white.