A bouquet of withering flowers, chapter 2 amaryllis
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She was brought back to the present when the poor and crumpled amaryllis fell to join the Ranunculus on the filthy surface. She was tired, oh so tired. Her spine had long started to tear away at the skin on her back leaving her to slowly fill up the room only lit by the dim moonlight with blood and tears she could no longer cry.

A bouquet of withering flowers, chapter 2 amaryllis

She was brought back to the present when the poor and crumpled amaryllis fell to join the Ranunculus on the filthy surface. She was tired, oh so tired.

Her spine had long started to tear away at the skin on her back leaving her to slowly fill up the room only lit by the dim moonlight with blood and tears she could no longer cry.

It had been a long day and she had found herself sneaking a smoke upon the roof of the building craving the silence that she knew would not be found on the roof but on the other side of town

in a crowded bar.

Then a wave lapsed over her and though her first thought was to be happy there was a concern as to why she was there.

'Do not coil yourself over my presence, dear,' She soothed her without the affirmation that she needed to do so. 'It was terribly boring without you, everything might be,'

She came to pail her in her warm embrace from behind. She sighed into the touch halfway through closing her eyes as she noticed the flower she held.

'Is it for me?' She had asked. She had then laughed as if it was a foolish question before confirming that it was indeed for her.

'What is it called?' She wondered as she took it from her hand, lifting it to her nose to see if the smell was anything like its appearance dawned on her to think.

Its smell was mild and sweet as if she stood next to a field where a breeze was sweeping and carrying the smell to her.

'It's an amaryllis, it symbolizes beauty and to the worth beyond that,' She spoke with her lips close to her ear as if no one could find them because she was not scared.

One might be intimidated by her reckless way to love but she could only be intrigued by the brave woman with the flowers.

Though, forbid she was stupid. No, she was wise in her ways of loving. There was nothing wrong with dropping by with a flower for a friend who was supposedly grieving.

It was all wrapped up in lies for she could not contain her fancy then love for her in between closed doors.

Then the roof was an exception for the concealed gestures, there they were free.

'It's me who is above them now' She said, 'for now I am God and they can kindy witness my love, and them do the same as I, for I will not punish love,'

It had been much too easy to fall into her way of living and with that, she would've wished to have believed in the words she spoke about her now their way of living.

The words about how God only wants one to not be lonely, that God only wants for them to love.

At a point, it got painful to abhor the only person on the planet who brought her happiness.

So she gave up and fell into it for being happy was a better option than surviving by lying with the knowledge that she was the one to deny herself the happiness.

In her arms, she could live if that a secretive life it was one and that was better than none.

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