“I’m so sorry…Madoka.”
A few weeks later I chanted that very line as I held her hand. Like those were the magic words to wake up my…my…Madoka. There she lied in her eternal slumber. Ayumi-san…won’t even stay for long because she’s so distraught over it. Most days she’d stay for a moment then would rush out…crying. She couldn’t bear seeing her daughter in this…broken state.
“…I’m worried about Ayumi…”
There I draped my fingers around hers…They didn’t tug back or caress mine like before. They were motionless but now and then I’d feel a slight pulse. If only one day she’d spring up again when I squeezed them.
“This is my fault…”
For the innumerable time, I confessed.
“But please…wake up for her sake, Madoka…”
I begged, clutching her hand tighter.
“Excuse me…”
Her delicate voice etched my ear…that snow-haired girl from Madoka’s basketball club appeared. In a casual white long sleeve shirt and a wine-colored skirt, she made her entrance. Like a mouse she scurried in, scaling the walls as she entered. The first thing she did was gawk at the now porcelain beauty as she lied inertly, dreaming of a world far from reality. Her rosy cheeks slightly...irritated me.
“Oh…hello Mihara Yuko-san.”
For the fourth time this week, she came to visit Madoka after school. Unlike the rest of her friends who eventually stopped coming…she was relentless. But today was different…She brought in her stubby small hands a bundle of….
“Carnations?”
I accused.
“Huh?!”
She leaned back as if I shot a dart to her chest. Like the mouse she was, she scurried over and lied them on the counter. That’s when she took up a seat and sat across from me. Reflexively, I pressed Madoka’s hand… It felt as though if I let her go…she’d be taken from me.
“Oh…yeah. They’re…pretty flowers.”
The mood soured quickly as she looked about. It was evident that she didn’t like me being here, beside Madoka. Why…was this girl so willing to keep visiting Madoka? No…I already knew the reason…
After twenty minutes or so of silence…I had to ask.
“…Mihara Yuko-san…”
“Hm?”
As if I just took a hammer and shattered her daydream, she lurched up and gawked at me. How her innocent look soured my stomach. So, I gripped onto Madoka’s fingers all the tighter.
“Do you know what carnations mean in the world of flowers?”
“…”
“If they were lighter, they’d symbolize admiration…innocence and I might be able to call them…cute.”
But right now, I could only smile softly… as father and mother taught me as I was growing up. Not to wear a nasty face.
“But these…aren’t admiration flowers…are they Mihara-san?”
“H-Huh?”
Eyes like a deer in headlights her fingers began to tremble. I had no intention of making her anxious…I just wanted to make sure she…knew I knew her feelings.
“…They’re…lovely, Mihara-san. Your…carnations are.”
“…Oh…I…just hope Madoka-senpai likes them.”
That look on her face was soft. No one could deny that…Mihara Yuko-san is a sweet…honest girl…unlike me. She may have a hard time expressing herself…but unlike me…she can eventually express herself. I’m always worried that someone would see past this…facade I grew so accustomed to having.
“Oh…it’s getting late.”
Without prompt, Mihara-san rose. The jacket of Madoka’s old school ruffled around her bringing back to memory the days where she was…alive. Now she lies in this meaningless state as it sucks her time and life away from her.
“B-Bye bye…ah…”
“Koda Mari…It’s Koda Mari, Mihara-san.”
With a slight nod, she left the room moments later. But something inside me…couldn’t be as innocent as her. That festering bitterness engulfed my body. I wanted…no, needed to spoil those carnations…The deep red they represented. Those feelings that swirled from them made me as pent up as a bull, boiling with fury. I knew just want this feeling was too. Before I became aware of my actions…I took them in my hands and walked into the room’s bathroom…
With each petal, I plucked them one by one as they slowly swirled in the toilet.
“What are you doing, dumbass…?”
I scorned my childish behavior…
“She’ll be back tomorrow…just like yesterday and the day before. Mihara-san's going to notice…her flowers are missing…”
The heat of passion burned my cheeks. As my heart tensed…I continued ripping the ends off them. With each peck, it felt like pieces of skin were being peeled off a juicy fruit. I was exposing the core of her gift piece by piece. Calmly I did this but within me, an ocean of feelings was raging.
“Why can’t I control myself…when it comes to Madoka?”
The whirlwind of my actions only prompted my fingers to continue mercilessly slaughtering the wonderful gift.
“I…hate myself so much.”
But even if I said this…I persisted at what I hated most right now. I turned such an honest display of worry, affection and, love…into a mess. The bathroom floor was littered with red petals like blood splashed across the surface. With each pluck, I could hear the flowers screaming hateful words in my ears.
“…You’re such a dumbass…Mari …such a dumbass.”
These burning red petals are given to those who…dare to love another. Her feelings might have been innocent…but they endangered my feelings…for her.
“Madoka is special to me…”
I hissed…That was my justification…for doing something so cruel to Mihara-san’s gift. Before I knew it, those beautiful carnations were in shambles. Nothing remained of how they once were. I did it…out of jealousy…pure unsaturated jealousy…
“What would Madoka say…if she saw me like this?”
What would she think of me monopolizing her like this? To the point that even a gift from someone else made my heart rate rise with rage. Filtering into my hardened ears, a soft voice I all but missed for these last few weeks touched me.
“Mari, what do you think you're doing?”
“Huh?!”
As I turned around the landscape shattered into a million pieces. Remnants of the bathroom escaped into this onyx world I found myself in. There my legs gave out and I trembled to the floor. Obscurity caught my fall as I landed on my backside. Evidence of the horrible, selfish, crime I committed laid about my feet. The carnations I brutally mangled were convicting me as she stood over me…
My sleeping princess…
…was witnessing my true self…holding those ruined carnations, smeared like blood on my hands…The petals that threatened to steal…her away from me one day. There was nothing I could say…I was caught. Fear took over me, wrapping its cold grip around my neck, strangling me, and revealing my…true self. She stood over me…judging my selfish act. My voice escaped in my stomach and no matter how badly I wanted to tell her how I felt…I couldn’t justify it. So instead, I begged…
“P-Please…don’t look at me like that!
Please…don’t hate me, Madoka…”
That’s when I closed my eyes to escape her judgment...and met face to face with…another aqua-eyed beauty, Ayumi. I wasn’t sitting in that vivid black room anymore. It all must have been a fever dream of sorts…So, I had to come to terms with where I was now. I wasn’t in the hospital. Nor was I in that bathroom destroying Mihara-san’s gift. No, I was at home in bed covered in salty sweat. Now Ayumi, my lover, nurtured my foggy head…
That’s right…Madoka treated me because I came down with a fever…
“Oh…welcome back, Ayumi.”
I lifted my chin as she petted my head. This simple act was taxing on my body as it lackadaisically moved with her motions. It soothes my heart after that racy dream I suffered from.
“What are you stressing about this time, Mari?”
Leave it to Ayumi to know I’ve been stressing. But it’s not the first time that I’ve come down with a fever from stress. This was something that happened all through my life…
“It’s nothing, Ayumi.”
“Was it about Madoka?”
She guessed it. I couldn’t help but think about…what I did to Madoka…before and after her coma. Her name…still twisted my chest. It brought me back to that scattered dream of her accident…and Mihara-san…and her carnations…So…I admitted it…
“…Yeah.”
I sighed. She wasn’t wrong…I was thinking about…Madoka. I searched her sapphire eyes as they glimmered in the moonlight. Still, she reminded me so much of Madoka that it stung. And here I was…thinking about Madoka when Ayumi was worried about me.
“I just couldn’t stop thinking about how I was there…when she fell off that overpass and hit her head.”
I admitted, shamefully.
Ayumi rubbed my hair…I nuzzled closer to her. The flowery scent of her perfume melted my chest like spring after the winter season. This calmed me down a little.
“How it’s my fault…she went into her coma.”
My throat felt dry as I continued…
“But…I don’t remember what I told her.”
It was all too blurry. My head was feeling woozy all morning. When I get stressed…I tend to get sick. That side of me hasn’t changed at all since I was little. I can’t lie to myself…
“I…just don’t want her to hate me…I don’t know what I’d do if Madoka-san…hated me for it.”
The fever was battling my body and winning. Only rest would turn the tides of battle. So, I sank back into that world of dreams…
“Then Mihara-san…and her carnations…”
Those carnations that didn’t represent admiration…no…they symbolized something deeper…to want…and I knew that…Because of what Madoka told me regarding Mihara-san before her trauma…
And now Mihara-san was back into Madoka's life...two years later. How I should be glad because…she can make Madoka…that sweet, sweet girl…happy over me. But…I still felt as bitter as I did back then when she brought those flowers to Madoka's hospital room two years ago.
Because Madoka is still special to me…despite what I want to believe.
But now those days were fragments of the past that had no merit on today. I need to be a good stepmother to her now… and I need to let her go. Just like I told myself I would…just like I promised her I would two years ago…when I held Ayumi's cold hands and told her that…
“I’ll make you happy from now on.”
I love this story so much! I'm constantly trying to figure out what's going to happen. Before I continue to Volume 3, I thought I'd give you my thoughts :)
I'm glad Madoka finally figured out how Mari and Madoka felt about each other before. I feel like she should have understood Mari's feelings *very clearly* from Mihara's explanation in Ch 12, without having to ask Mari directly, if not earlier.
I felt so bad for Mari the whole time, trying so hard to regain the affection of the one she's loved quietly for years, only to find out she was being seen as creepy and couldn't remember her. Then only be admired for making Madoka's mom happy while she was gone? oof :( Mari was doing her best to act as a stepmom instead of lover for Madoka-- trying to do whatever she thought would make Mari most happy. The most painful for Mari would probably be asking Madoka to 'be friends with' Mihara, even though she knew she'd be hooking them up.
I did feel a little conflicted Mari and Madoka getting together though. Pre-coma, Mari (27) and Madoka (14) is quite the age gap! 13 years isn't always a large age gap, but a 27 year old and *middle schooler* definitely is. IRL that kind of age gap would likely lead to manipulation.
I'm still not sure what the incident is that made Madoka depressed! It wasn't her dad's death, because that was 1 year before, not 1 week before her coma. At some points, I thought it was going to be Madoka's mom saying she can't date Mari (for age gap or yuri reasons), but I'm not sure Ayumi knows at all about their relationship? Ayumi knows that Mari feels guilty about the accident, and was asked not to tell. But Ayumi thought it was funny Mari remembered Mihara so well, so she doesn't seem to understand that conflict or Mari's intentions with Madoka being friends with Mihara. I thought it might have been Mari or Madoka choosing not to date each other for a little while too, but that's not the idea I got from Fever Dream 1/2... it was like she was afraid to go outside without Mari's protection, but the were still unofficially(?) together.
BTW Mihara is the best girl, so shy, emotional, and honest. She deserves to be happy too!!
I want to thank you for reading this far. Firstly, I want to express how happy this comment made me before going into everything else. I'm truly glad by your words and feelings here!
As it stands let me announce that "I am no supporter of an age gap of this size. In any real-life setting, this would be out of the question." However, this is purely fiction and it will stand like that. With those concerns out of the way let's continue onto the story!
I think Volume 1 - Special to Me when Madoka called Mari "creepy" was one of the most hurtful things she could have ever said to her. Every interaction she had with her was undesirable in Madoka's eyes. And because of that, she decided it would be best to gear her feelings in a way to make Madoka happy...
I'm ecstatic that I was able to convey the feelings behind Mari-san's actions in Carnations. You hit the nail on the head when you said:
The most painful for Mari would probably be asking Madoka to 'be friends with' Mihara, even though she knew she'd be hooking them up.
The way a person must have to tear their heart out in order to knowingly send someone they feel that deeply for into another's hand takes a lot of pain and hurt. Mari-san may come off as one way but all her actions have reasons and I'm excited that you picked up on the majority of them so far. It makes me happy knowing you enjoyed my story enough to comment about it as well.
And yes, Mihara-san is such a sweet and honest girl. She's timid, kind, the type of person who would make a wonderful housewife. You have chosen a perfect best girl.
@Yairy About the age gap, the main reason I'm feeling more OK with it (in this story) than I otherwise would be is because Mari seems to have no ulterior motives, and isn't trying to manipulate at all. She just loves her and wants her to be happy (made most obvious by her attempt to forget her feelings and hook Madoka up with Mihara). Loving someone for 2 years while they are in a coma is also incredibly astounding, that takes a crazy amount of dedication. They seemed to fall in love because of coming over regularly with her mom and slowly falling in love, so it seems more like it started as an accident than anything else. I can easily picture Mari initially fighting with her developing feelings at the beginning pre-coma.
I'm glad my comment was able to make you happy because I have thoroughly enjoyed your story and can return some of the good feelings! I'm also very happily surprised with the pictures!!! I haven't seen nearly as many pictures in the stories I've read in scribblehub, and I'm not sure how you made them (some 3D program? What is it?) but they add an additional level of connection with the characters by being able to see them, especially during emotional scenes <3!!
I feel like you don't get nearly the exposure you deserve and I don't know why. If smaller chapters helps with that, I'm perfectly happy with the change!
Do you have a Kofi or something? I like to support the authors that write stories I greatly enjoy, it's my way of appreciating the work you all put in for stories I enjoyed!
I'm super happy you feel that way about Mari-san! As the story goes on you will learn more so I can't say everything but she certainly is...a special person that I personally love writing.
@Emilovesdoubles For the first two volumes, the story would usually get around 10 to 20 views per chapter release with no comments and rarely any likes. It kind of discouraged me as I considered writing the story alone and finishing it for only me to enjoy. As you might expect it takes a little more than a few minutes for me to write a chapter. I write, edit, add, edit, and then at the end, I make the images that take a while on their own. (Some nights I go to work then stay up afterward to create all the pictures. They do take hours sometimes depending on the scene.) So, seeing only 20 people visit volume 2 END with no comments made me upset, to say the least.
However, once I started Volume 3 I decided to make that change and luckily it's reaching more people slowly.
My goal of this story as I stated at the end of Volume 1 is to make a story we all can enjoy. I don't expect to make a dime off of Sleeping Princess nor do I want to. I genuinely just want people to enjoy a story that I've had in my heart for nearly 2 years before I joined Scribblehub. Just the fact that I've found a community that likes to travel through this emotional whirlpool with me is enough to make me jump for joy.
If you wish to support Sleeping Princess then just do what you've already been doing. And that is to keep enjoying the tale until we finish together throughout all the ups and down this rollercoaster will bring. Tell your friends that like this genre and discuss with them about this story. Let others know you like this story.
I don't think most readers realize how monumental it is to read comments no matter how small they are. I personally have a folder that's full of comments that help me keep going on days that I feel down. Or to go to your story page and realize it's been liked more than you can count. Even bad and good comments I take as they help me grow as a writer.
That's enough of a reward because I'm already living out a dream of writing a story that others can enjoy!
You are and always will be appreciated by me @Emilovesdoubles
You've drawn the story out with fabulous tension to this part so far. I'm loving this story so much!!
I'm super glad! Thank you for your kind words!
I love your work do what you think is best ❤️
Thank you!
They're all so cute, but really, every single damn issue here could have been solved if Madoka's idiot mother actually explained what happened instead of keeping secrets. Mari's a bit at fault too, but her fear of explaining is actually understandable instead of just "I know better so I won't tell you."
Reader feedback on the shorter chapters is very appreciated. I'll do my best to upload the entire chapter on a single day but it will be portioned out like these. Chapter 13 is around 5 parts.
Thank you for sticking with me this far!