Dahlia- the flower which expresses gratitude and charity.
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The next day, I woke up without him. I opened the flowershop and welcomed my costumers. The day was wonderful, but my thoughts were somewhere else. my thoughts only revolved around thomas. I needed to see him. I took my jacket and closed the door behind me. I had a queasy feeling.
I walked to the Shelby Parlour, but I couldn't see his car. So, I decided to go to the garrison, but he wasn't also there. The only place, he probably is on the Charlie's Yard. I walked to the yard. When I got there, I saw some workers. I went through the yard, as I saw Thomas smoking. A smile immediately formed on my lips. I was about to walk up to him when I saw him talking to a man. I didn't look like it was normal conversation. It looked more like a fight. Without thinking, I hide between the boxes and boats and listened to them.
"you got something that's mine give me the damn opiom and we can just move on" the men shouted. "are you threatening me? Mr. Chambell, if I were ya I'd piss off now and never come back." "I want what's mine" "don't be such a nuisance. I don't have your fucking opium." "you fucking bastard. do not lie to me. I saw it. I'm going to kill you and your full fucking family. I won't die sooner than bring you down to hell."
Out of nowhere, the man attacked him and then everthing went so fast. i saw thomas draw the gun. the man stopped fighting. I hold my breath... "You shouldn't have done that."
"Don't fuck with the peaky blinders." I closed my eyes. Don't shot him. Don't. Don't... .... He pulled the trigger. I could hear a shot and a scream. When I opened my eyes, I saw the man laying in his own blood. He stot the man. I slid down the box. My vision blurred. I put my hands in front of my mouth to stop my sobs. he killed him. The man is dead... he killed the man... I sat there and cried for the man I know and the man I don't know.
what should I do? what am I to do? I can no longer help the man. I can't tell anyone this. I looked at the sky, which looked cloudy and dark.
I lowered my head. I didn't help him. I could have stopped it. I could have intervened, but what would have happened then. I need to get out of here. I can't stay here. I got on my feet and started to go. I wanted to get away from here. this place. this man. i wanted to leave. I was going through the boxes when I fell over one of the small boxes. Damn it. I was about to stand up again when I saw a pair of shoes in front of me. someone spotted me. I looked up and saw Curly looking worried down at me.
"M-Miss Dahlia, are you okay?" He asked. I stood up. "I am alright. Don't tell anyone that I was here. I have to go. I'm so Sorry..." I said with a broken voice. He nooded with a worried face. "Take care of you..." I walked away without saying anything.
I ran. i didn't look back. i ran and ran. My tears flowed down my face again. I ran somewhere and then ended up at the tree, where I lay down with him. how ironic. i sat down and looked at the field. I pulled my legs towards me and laid my head on my knees. he killed him and yet...yet I loved him like no other. I loved him. I felt guilty. how can i love someone like that how can i love a murderer...
