Secret Garden

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[Non of these belong to me]


Seth had been laying down somewhere gazing at the sky as the day passed by. He's eyes flickered to a garden with a servant watering the flowers, For a split second he saw a girl/boy smiling at him but as he blinked he saw the servant looking at him with a scared or worried expression.

Seth sighed and stood up, walking away looking at the ground with a hand up holding his head as the girl/boy was now plaguing his thoughts to their first encounter to their last. Seth looked up and saw a...

He blinks as the girl/boy appeared laughing as they held a bouquet of [preferred flower above]

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He blinks as the girl/boy appeared laughing as they held a bouquet of [preferred flower above]. He frowns as he walks away picks up...


[Means i miss you]

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[Means i miss you]

He walks towards a specific hill and places the flower by a tombstone underneath the tree and seats down.

"Hey Y/n. Been awhile." He smirks at the stone but soon turns into a frown.

"I will lay down for a bit." He lays down in front of the stone and closes his eyes and starts to drift of in his thoughts, he thinks about the first time he laid his eyes on the h/c girl/boy. Unknown to him a figure was patting his head as they sang a song. 

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He said 

Seth's flashback

Seth was walking around his temple but saw a new servant cleaning his statue with great care and focus. The servants that used to clean would always hurry the process and flee the room once they thought the statue was done. He smirked at this and walked away ignoring the sense of pleasure he felt. He saw the same servant watering the garden and said 

"Oh Mary, contrary how does your garden grow?"

"Come with me, and you'll be, the seventh maid in a row"

My answer was laughter soft as I lowered my head

"You're too late, I'm afraid, this flower's already dead"

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