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Carnations🕊🐞

Pretty sure this one talks about blood
Adults are in their 20's until skid they in 30

Philza was walking to a house that was all too familiar now. A place where he felt welcomed, loved and safe. A place he can come any time he wanted. A place where it kept the most beautiful queen, Kristen. Kristen owned the house. She was the most kindest, confident and beautiful woman he had ever met. He was in love. In Philza's hands he held a red box with a silky yellow ribbon. In side was a beautiful rose gold necklace with a small dove necklace. Today Philza was going to confess his undying love for her.
With the keys he was given by Kristen, he unlocked the door and stepped in. A strong sent of sweet and spicy floral with a hint of metallic hit him like a train. It was overwhelming. Maybe she got a lot of flowers?

"Must be a lot of flowers." He thought to himself

There were carnations and carnation petals scattered around the room. The floral sent drowned out the metallic sent as it got stronger when he entered the hallway. The hallway leads to her room.

"Kristen?" He called

No response. Phil's nerves were rising. Flower petals laid on the floor by her door.

"Kristen?" He called again

Slowly he opened the door. A strong sent of carnations smacked his face. Yellow and red carnations were everywhere. The petals and whole flowers covered the floors, shelves, trash cans and the bed. The bed was filled with so much of them. A concerning amount of blood was smeared everywhere too.

"Kristen?" Philza called, fear laced in his voice

Phil placed the gift on desk. He walked to the bed. His face shifted to a look of horror. On the bed was Kristen, she was covered in those beautiful flowers but they grew out from her body, her body was smeared with blood and yet she looked peaceful. Philza screamed. How could this have happened? Why is she like that? How long has she been dead? He stepped back only to bump into the desk once more. There he noticed a note, it had blood smeared on it.

To whom ever reads this, I'm sorry you had to see me in such a state. Can you tell Philza Minecraft I'm sorry for not staying? Can you tell him I loved him? Ever since I fell in love with him I developed this disease.
Thank you, good bye now.

No. No. No. No. No. He can't let this happen again. How could he not have noticed?!

"Daddy!"

Huh?

"Daddy, I asked if you liked the carnations!" A young brunette exclaimed

The boy was wearing a yellow sweater and black pants. A maroon colored beanie covered his curly brown hair. This was their child and they named him Wilbur. Philza let out a shaky sigh.

"Are you alright, dear?"

Philza looked up to see Kristen. She looked concerned. Philza went to hug her as tears slipped down his face.

"Mommy? What's wrong with daddy?" Wilbur asked

"I'm not sure. Can you go to room please?" Kristen asked

Wilbur hesitantly nodded his head then went to his room.

"Philza baby, what's wrong?" Kristen asked in such a soft voice it made seem like a goddess

"It's just some past trauma that had to do with carnations. Don't worry about it." Philza sniffed

"Hopefully the gods do not take her this time. They let her live this far." Philza thinks to himself while mentally noting to keep the basement locked. There lies a time machine.