Time is a crucial thing to us human beings. It is the infinitive and continuous progress of our existence that could be seen in a snap of a finger. It's hard to make-up for our past doings. We treat time so delicately like a very fragile porcelain case because one wrong move and it could shatter completely...
Mei was the first to set down the flower on Miriam's open coffin. She could see green roses bloom out of her mouth despite being asleep. She sniffed more as the stem of the green rose lightly rested upon the beloved friend of hers and sobbed in her mothers arms. The sky was dark and rain poured out the sky, people were under umbrellas and wearing dark green clothing to commemorate her passing. Wind whistling past the heavily soaked trees and drenching the flowers neatly arranged in piles. It was almost as if the weather was insulting Miriam's sunny personality...
"Green Roses represented cheerfulness and new beginnings...It was no wonder why Miriam bloomed such a thing..." Mei mumbled sadly. "She was...one of the closest and most loyal friends I had...and now...I couldn't do anything to prevent this day..."
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FanfictionA Turning Red Fanfiction where Miriam has the Hanahaki disease. || I did this randomly as a one-shot universe but if you like it then please leave a vote and comment what are your thoughts about it! ||
