𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡

Gone

5 years later

POV Finn Shelby
Me and Michael went to buy flowers.
"Why do I need to come with you?" Micheal asked Finn annoyed.
"Because Polly said so?" Finn said.
We walked through the full market, when I found one flowershop.

It's was her death day. I felt guilty. I didn't stop her to go.

I walked into the shop to buy flowers for the grave. I remembered her smile, when i run into her shop. She always was my favorite person. She was like a bigger sister for me.

Everybody missed her. Especially Tommy. He never talked about that night. We are not allowed to talk about it.
I asked the florist for White Tulips. She loved them and shared them with me. I took the flowers and walked out. Michael waited outside.
"You bought flowers, huh? This is what Polly wanted."
I nodded. We went through the crowd together. Today there were a lot of people in the market because of the upcoming easter festival.

As we walked through the crowd, i recognized an all too familiar face. that can not be.
dahlia? that must be her. I stretched to see the face again.
"finn damn it. let's get out of here."
"didn't you see her?"
"who?"
"Dahlia."
"What are you talking I don't know any dahlia?"
"Is it one of your girls?"
Of course, he didn't see her. He didn't even know her. But I knew, how she looked like.
She looked exactly like Dahlia. Black hair. Brown eyes and a smile which made everyone happy.

As i looked to direction, i couldn't see her anymore. So, I let it go and went ahead. It couldn't be her. She died 5 years ago.

We walked to the garrison to meet Arthur and John, Polly.

"You have the flowers for her?" John asked.
He nooded.
"Can somebody tell me what we are doing here? What happend? And why do we need to get this stupid flowers? i will go now." Micheal wanted to walk away.
"You better stop now Micheal."
"What are you talking about, John?"
"Someone important died today."
"Who?"
"Dahlia Westwood. Actually Dahlia Shelby.
...She was Tommy's wife and our little florist."
"Tommy had a wife?" Micheal asked suprised.
"Didn't you saw the picture on his desk and in his house? "
"Yes, I did. I didn't ask..."
"It's better that you didn't ask, because we dont talk about that" Polly said while she stepped into the garrison.
"Everyone arrived. Good, you have the flowers."
"What happened to Dahlia? He asked."
gloomy mood
"She took the bullet for Thomas. She accidentally fell into the channel. We couldn't find her body... We think that she didn't make it because of her injury. Its been 5 years now."

"Finn, didnt you said you saw her at the market?"
"Yes, but I think i halizionate. She looked like her... I just miss her."
"We all do."

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The Shelpys stood in front of her grave.
"Why is Tommy not here?" Micheal asked.
"He doesnt like to come with us. He likes to come here alone."
Finn put the flowers on the grave.

"She was his soft spot. He needed her" Arthur said quietly.
"He loved her like no other" John said.
"She made him smile. He was then in a better mood. you should have seen him, when she was there" Polly said smiling.
"She had him wrapped around his finger."
"She was a wonderful person."
"I wish she was here. "

"Let's get going. Tom will be here in a minute."

Pov Thomas Shelby
I walked with a bucket of flowers to her grave. Her favorite flowers: Tulips.

Now, i was standing infront of her grave. That grave was meant to be mine. That bullet was meant to be mine.
I was sitting next to the grave. Smoking and telling her about my year. I always went there when her death day came.

"Its been 5 years without you. I see you everywhere. in my dreams. in the fucking house. in the fucking betting shop. in the fucking garrison. in your beautiful flowershop which is all day closed. Everthing reminds me of you. I wish you would walk to the shop and greet me with your smile and your chocolate. And now you are gone. I wanted to protect you from everthing, but now i am sitting here infront your grave.  I thought that we two have a good life. A small family. A child that looks like you. You and me hand in hand walking through a field. I had everthing i wanted. I had you. But now, i have nothing...I fucking miss you, dahlia... i miss so much. Oh to be loved from you again...You  saw something that i didnt see in me. You were my happiness. Even though, the war and business made me cold. You were my soft spot, hm. You knew. Oh, you knew. Its hurts that you are not here anymore. Oh, to be in you arms and sleep. "