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monsoonblooms12 · 3 years

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The Scarlet Minute (Bryce Lahela x f!OC)

Summary: One has taken the last breaths of life, leaving behind a devastated soul with a broken heart and unfinished dreams💔

A/N: I am sorry I was in an Angsty mood today. I hurt myself bad when I was writing this, so advance apologies for the pain😭

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Pairing: Bryce Lahela X f!OC (Dr. Lydia Archambeau)

Word Count: around 1.1 K

Rating: General

Category: Angst

Triggers: Suicide, Major Character Death

Don't give up on that breath, they say.

This too shall pass, they say.

But when the burden of circumstances falls like a boulder on the little vermin, does it survive?

No, it doesn't.

She thought, hoped, implored, for a ray of hope, for a smile that could carry away the gloom of her distressed heart.

Yet, every morning, she rose to a soaked pillow and a strained heart.

People asked her to let go of the past, to live in the present.

But her antiquity, her present, and her eternity were stricken black with more tears and heartbreak, so she knew.

It's not that she didn't try to smile. She pushed herself to do it.

But the weights of episodes fastened to the edge of her lips didn't let them go up.

Those around her said she was too egocentric to open up to them. They never tried to look at her side of the tale. They did not bother.

But he did. More than he should.

Why did a guy like him try to make an insignificant girl like her, smile?

Why did he hold her hand when she grieved?

Why did he come speeding that day when the floor swayed underneath her, and she collapsed?

Was he too trying to fool her, deceive her?

Her mind urged her not to love someone again. Not after what she saw in her past. Not after the knife of deceit ripped her apart.

But she did fall before she could even realize, for that golden-eyed boy whose vicinity was like the hue of the golden sun at sunrise, who made her heart glow even if for a beat.

Yes, Lydia Archambeau fell for Bryce Lahela.

She loved him.

That kind of love which let her know of his presence before her senses.

That kind of love which was an anchor to her estranged soul in the riotous sea.

And hence she wanted to stop.

Stop and back up to the warmth of his arms, to the softness of his kisses, to the gentleness of his words and to the gold of his heart.

But the black hole of heartbreak, agony engulfed her, and there was no way to come back.

His kisses of one day, the day he held her in her arms, only if he realized that it was her last day.

The day they both tore the strands that pulled them apart and ran into their arms, that day when they finally put words to their emotions, was the only day of happiness their prayers had awarded them.

As she took one step and the other, he dozed soundly in his bed, dreaming of her in his arms, how he would tell her the next day how much he loved her.

If only there was a next day.

With each step, her tears blurred her vision. Her barren foot struck with nails and thorns, but her body couldn't feel the pain.

When the ultimate breath is seized, how does one feel? When the last straw is drawn, how does one feel?

That's how she felt.

One would ask, why did you give him one day of bliss, of empty hope, of an illusion of togetherness?

She knew what she would say.

Before her heart was shredded apart, she did not know what sorrow was. After her heart was ripped apart, she forgot what laughter was.

She lived in a contradiction, in a void of gloominess she had got so used to, that his golden beams of joy, optimism and love, burned her heart, made it painful to look at.

And she let herself burn.

Burn in his sunshine. In his chastity. In his love. And with her burnt her feelings, her emotions, the chains that held her.

She basked in his serenity, and now all that was left were the ashes and her blackness.

A corner of her mind knew she was wrong. It beckoned her to come back to his arms.

But it was too late. Too late.

As the frigid air of Boston's November blew the strands of her locks, as her eyes took in the climactic scene, Her heart beat for the last few times and her body took its last few breaths.

And then she fell.

Like her heart spiralled down the void of pain, her body sank into the ends of her worthless life.

The only word that escaped her dry, thin lips were to him.

Sorry.

The way he ran the next morning to her, like someone had snatched his life from him, and he had to get it back.

What was the use of living on without being able to hide in the shade of her hair, to drown in the fragrance of her presence, to get drunk in the harmony of her laughter?

They held him, stopped him.

How dare they?

Who were they to stop him from holding his life? Who were they to stop him from bringing her back to him? From scolding her not to kill him like that again? From kissing her until her distress had passed away?

He knew his eyes would give up on him. He wouldn't be able to hold the sight of her, drenched in scarlet. He felt that his life would give up on him before he could look at her like that.

He blasphemed himself, shouted, screamed, the tears falling like waterfalls of despair. His heart beat, but he couldn't sense life in him.

He was an inanimate corpse without her love.

Why didn't he stop her that day? Hold her through the twilight and keep her near to him? Hold her hand forever so that she could never go apart from him?

Why?

And as now she lay in the glass case, lifeless, his mind, his heart thought of nothing but her. That last day when they drowned in each other.

Why did he not understand? Why did he not hold her hand and kiss her until she would forget her heartbreak? Until the pain that took away her breath was defeated by the golden of his love?

Why did his life not come to a finish before having to see her like that today?

Why?

And as they place her down in the earth, all he can ask her, all he has to say,

Why did you go away? Was the power of my love not strong enough to hold you? Was the golden of my soul not enough to replace the black of your misery?

And suddenly, his soul was enveloped by the sensation of her presence, the perfume of her soul overwhelming his reasoning as gentle words her spirit spoke,

Your love is a seashell baby, and it will stay, for eternities to come by, crossing all the boundaries of the mortal life.

You and I are bound by a thread so powerful before which death withers.

You and I are meant to be for all times and ages.

We're meant to be.

PS: I am sorry if this makes no sense. My emotions were overwhelming me and I needed a way out. Anyway, thank you for reading and hope you have a great day ahead! Lots of Love💕

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monsoonblooms12 · 3 years

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Sirimiri (Ethan Ramsey x f!MC)

Summary: Reminisces of their first meet from Ethan's POV. Based on OH Book 1 Chapter 1

Sirimiri: (Spanish) A light drizzle, a fine rain🌧

A/N: This is like a band-aid to the hearts I hurt with the Brydia fic on Sat. This is total fluff and has rains, so I hope this nonsense brings a smile to your faces🤎

A/N 2: The flashback portions are indented

Loads of thanks to the amazing @jamespotterthefirst for pre-reading! Love you🤎

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Pairing: Ethan Ramsey X f!MC (Dr Pooja Sharma)

Word Count: around 1.8 K

Rating: General

Category: Fluff

Triggers: A few curse words (Just 1 or 2)

Prompts: @choicesaprilchallenge2021 Day 25: Bliss

A soft breeze blew through his dark brown hair as Ethan sat next to the window, reading one of those detective novels Pooja rambled about endlessly.

And, not that he would admit it to her in any way, he liked the storytelling. Pooja had told him that the stories were originally written for teens, so he was doubtful that it would appeal to him.

But the books had been written in a way that captured the attention of the old and young alike, breaking through the barriers of age.

As the rain began the rhythm of serenity in the background, he took the bookmark and placed it on page no. 45 of Incident on the Kalka Mail.

The rain was soft, gentle and refreshing. He envisioned her, sitting on Alex's couch, watching the rain as Alex played with Comet & Jenner. She was always fascinated by the rain, staring endlessly at it, and bearing that one dimpled smile he was a fan of.

He got up, went to the balcony, and leant on the railing. Occasional water droplets fell on his forehead and cheeks, making it an enjoyable experience.

His balcony bore a multi-chromatic view with the brown of the earthen pots, the green of the plantlets, splattered with occasional whites, pinks and blues of the vivid flowers. All of them planted by Pooja when she moved in here.

She bears the love of gardening in her traits, he thought. Ethan was amazed when he went to Panchmarhi for the first time and saw the vibrant garden her father had grown all around their house, making it majestic and serene at the same time.

Pooja came into his life like an unannounced shower of rain. Just like her arrival made his balcony's melancholy monochrome full of hues of colours, her love made his life multi-hued with the colours of emotions, feelings and care. Life was a bliss for every moment she spent with him.

One after the other, doors of memories opened. Memories that no matter how much he had strived to forget, refused to leave him. And at this moment, he was grateful for them. A light chuckle escaped him as he thought,

Their memories were as stubborn as both of them were.

Like pages of an old journal, remembrances presented themselves before him and he got lost in them, in her, as the rain accelerated from a drizzle to a mild downpour. But Ethan didn't leave his spot. He was too drenched in her to care about the rain.

Slowly the last pages of the memoir of his brain took him to the first day of their meet. A distant memory, but yet crystal clear before his blue orbs. Nothing was particularly significant on that day. Just another day of handling cases and dealing with petty interns.

But there was one. One person due to whom that day still stands atop the others in his life.

It really started like any other regular day. After taking Jenner for a walk, feeding him his Purina ProPlan and becoming the recipient of his numerous licks that brightened up his day, he got ready.

Get a Vienna at the Derry Roasters was his mental note for the morning.

The smooth cinnamon-y taste enamoured his taste buds, as he internally groaned at the sudden remembrance of what day it was.

This day, every year, was the one he dreaded the most.

Why? One would ask.

Because it was the day a fresh batch of petty interns came to test his patience.

Ugh. Mental eye roll.

That's why he made sure that he got his favourite coffee from his favourite coffee shop and grab on any last moments of solace before going to face the mad troupe.

The sun dazzled overhead, glaring at everyone under its blanket. Ethan's mind kept fluctuating between the medical cases and the agony of facing new interns. Step by step, he made his pace quicker, hoping to get to his office before any "fans" started pestering him.

Even today Ethan hated interns just as much as he did 3 years ago.

Or, did he? Oh, whom was he kidding?

His mind, still could not comprehend how, a single person, waltzed into his life and had such a profound effect in every sphere of his character, slowly, tactfully carving him into a new man.

A tolerant man.

Who knew how it felt to be loved.

Who knew how to love.

The two days, today and the first of her intern year, were such a stark contrast to each other.

The blazing sun vs. the drumming rain. The coldness of him vs. his warmness today. The frown of that day vs. the smile of today.

Two different worlds, two different times and two different circumstances.

How grateful he was to become the man he was today.

He still remembers the spontaneous name he called her that day.

That one nickname stuck as a token of his feelings all through the years.

Rookie.

When he called her Rookie that day, he meant it.

She was an intern, after all.

"Hey. Rookie. Get in here."

Ethan wasn't paying attention to her. He needed an accomplice and saw her, hence called her.

She had the eyes of a diagnostician, he collected. To notice a mild bruise on the patient on the first day of your residence, that too when you have just arrived is not something many would have been able to do.

He knew from personal experience, that half of them would have been complimenting him when there was goddamn patient to save.

He hated them.

But the first day jitters did get her after all. Her hand trembled with the scalpel in it.

And without much thought, he took it in his.

It was the first and last time he did that with an intern.

How foolish he was, Ethan realizes as he makes himself a cup of hot chocolate.

Nah, not quite as delicious as Poo's, but works.

She was an exception to every one of his rules.

He had made her an exception before even realizing it.

"...Sharma." He scoffed, fury rising through his veins.

Tossing back her ID, he went around, muttering just a single "Arrogant interns" as he heeled back to his office.

The faint mutter of her "What an asshole" had reached him, and he scoffed.

Why are all these interns the same?

He is marking the differences, he thinks.

The differences between how it was then, and how it is now.

The fury of "What an asshole" now subdued to a normal remark she teased him with, ending up in chuckles.

One of the most fascinating incidents, for him, was the Barbara episode.

He had tried being strict, pleasant, stubborn, but nothing, at all, had made her take the meds.

That is, until Pooja came, like the flick of a magic wand, and made her take them.

"What is the blood group of an author?"

"Type-O!"

Memory brightened with the stupid joke she had made with so much enthusiasm made him chuckle.

If there's something that hasn't changed, it's Pooja's sense of humour.

Ethan thought of going out for a walk. A pluvious shower spread a scotch-mist all around, and he thought against it.

Always during monsoons, Pooja made it a point to walk around the city, splashing and dancing in the rain, especially if the rain was a heavy downpour.

It reminded her of the eternal, melodious, torrential cloudbursts that enveloped the hills of Panchmarhi throughout the year.

And Ethan? He would be standing in the very same balcony he was moving towards now, watching her enjoy and feeling her enjoyment reciprocate in himself.

The film roll of reminiscences projected on the misty atmosphere as the vinyl played a harmonious melody of her laughter, the splashes of water and the pitter-patter of the raindrops.

The image is vivid in front of his eyes. He spots the faint dimples on her wet cheeks and his heart dances.

For a moment he forgot that it was just a picture cast by the projector of his encephalon.

Just like he was drenched in the rain, he was drenched in her love.

He had never felt all alive as he does at the moment.

He lets the mist envelop him, just like her memories enveloped his senses.

Relaxing against the cool air refreshing his skin and heart.

"You remembered?", Pooja asks, surprise and curiosity evident in her musical tone.

"Just paying attention." Again that dazzling smile appeared on his face and the dimpled one on hers.

If he had paid attention to his soul that day, he would have sensed the butterflies that erupted in his stomach.

He is still not sure why, or how he remembered her name when he had never made an effort to do so with any other intern, especially on their first day.

It's as if his mind knew that this name would become the jewel of his life, the beauty of his soul, and it stored it, kept it safely between the silken folds of memory.

The thunder crackled and the storm raged. Zeus must be having a good time up there, Ethan scoffed as he hurried indoors.

The thunderstorm was playing a fortissimo orchestra and amidst it, he failed to hear the repetitive chime of his phone on the night stand. It was when he saw the lit screen of the notorious cuboid, that he understood someone phoned.

It was Pooja. With 5 missed calls.

Fuck.

He called her back. It didn't even ring once before he heard her speak from the other side.

Ethan! Oh, God, I was fucking scared. Open the goddamn door!

He mentally smacked himself as he proceeded to the main entryway.

As soon as he heard the click, Jenner pounced up and down. He leapt upon him and licked him all over as Pooja entered, chuckling without a breath.

She loved her boys more than anything.

Once Jenner calmed down, he trotted off to the kitchen in search of any buffets Ethan would have arranged for him.

Pooja locked her arms around Ethan's neck, evidently worried, "Why were you not opening the door, E?"

Ethan brought her close, wrapping his arm around her waist, touching his forehead to her, which he knew would bring an instant calm over her elegant features.

Giving the most ravishing smile Pooja had ever seen, he whispered "Drowned in a certain someone's remembrances."

She gave him a playful wink, "Drowned in love, Dr Ramsey? Oh, What a Misery! My Intern Year Dr Ramsey would never..."

And they both chuckled. Intern Year Dr Ramsey would never.

Placing the most gentle kiss on her forehead, he locked her hand in his,

Let's get something to eat?

PS: Thank you so much for reading my mess and I hope you have a great day ahead🤎

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