As her blood fell so did the flower both landing with the already fallen flowers.
She watched the dried flowers soak up her blood, feeding on her pain for the flowers had not fallen with a happy memory. Those were all gone.
They were now married, or as close as they would ever get to it. Every spare second was spent pressed together talking into each other's mouths with fingers tangled in the other's hair.
They were so unbelievably happy with each other though she was stressed and tired with the set date for change, she could not get herself to complain.
They had waited for the half-year to pass with excitement as every day brought them closer, but at last, the day came and nothing changed.
Then she did not know that she had made the worst mistake of her life, that she had just killed everything that meant something to her.
She could not bring herself to quit the job at the coffee shop for they needed the money if they would ever want to get anywhere.
With the flower shop in mind - suppose close to her selfishness - she changed her hours and continued to work both jobs.
Before she had had little time to spend with her wife but now there was none.
Every day she left before the sun had a chance to cast its beams on the vault, and every day she got home with the moon already well established high in the sky.
It was as if they were living alone in the same apartment because they never saw each other, at least not when both were conscious.
At first, they had left each other notes to wake up to but after a few weeks, the only piece of communication got lost under piles of dirty laundry, and dishes.
She had come home to a flower on the dining table. For the first time, she had been given a flower that didn't make her heart flutter and fill her chest with love.
On the table lay a Carnation next to two notes, one stuck on the other with tape.
One said, 'I guess you didn't see this,' with an arrow pointing towards the note that was taped on,
it was written with sloppy characters so much unlike the perfect cursive letters she usually wrote in.
I am going to the hairdresser, just down the street but I know that you will be home so darling, please could you prepare dinner for me to take with me?
I have a long day ahead since I am now at the hairdresser instead of work and it completely slipped my mind.
She looked at the note in disbelief, how could she have missed it?
She felt her eyes water as the feeling of failure started to run through every vein in her body, weighing down her heart as the feeling pooled.
She glanced at the flower disappointment that was what the flower meant.
She had asked her for so few things during their years together that she could not understand how she had allowed herself to fail such an easy task.
She had failed to see her partner, her wife, for a week.