Forget-me-nots (Aka scorpion grasses): symbolize true love and respect. When you give someone these tiny blooms, it represents a promise that you will always remember them and will keep them in your thoughts. They are also considered a symbol of fidelity and faithfulness.
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I spent hours, days, weeks in that garden. I spent so long in that garden that I forgot all about Pella and her stupid shit. And I remembered Deman's favourite flower, Scorpion Grasses, also known as Forgot-Me-Nots.
a German legend about a knight who died trying to get the flowers for his lover and called out with his last breath, “Forget me not”.
I planted them in my garden I picked them and practically ran to the hospital , to give them to Deman.
The way his face lit up when I gave them to him. He was so happy, he smiled so wide.
"Myosotis alpestris...symbolize respect and... true love."
I paused, in the room.
"True Love?"
"My favourite. Thank you."
The sunlight leaked into his room, the place was peaceful, he seems to be doing better.
We locked eyes, his green just like mine. my hand squeezed against his. It is like we planned it, we both lean in for a kiss.
It freezes us in time, both of us as close as we can wish. With flowers in his hands and his hands in mine. We had a long conversation that day.
"I'm sorry, about last time. I think I'll try to give my life a try, as long as you're in it."
"I'd like that, I'll come back tomorrow."
"Don't forget."
"I won't."
I walked home with the biggest smile, and I wrote it all down in my diary, "i can't wait to see him tomorrow" it read.
The next day, I picked fresh scorpion grasses, in a pretty clear vase. Hold it as I walk early in the morning, it was foggy and the sun was shining through the morning fog.
I walked into the hospital and at the front desk, I was stopped, before they told me the news.
I started to cry. I cried and cried.
He had died at night with the flowers in his hands to his heart. Five seizures in one minute that did it. The first time it happened he survived, they were trying to prevent it.
The days that passed I grew so many flowers, I decided to sell them. I grew flowers and bring them to his grave, and I'd never missed a day. I never forgotten, not once, not for a second, not even on my death bed.
I never forgotten you, Deman.
I hope you never forgotten either.
"I never forgot the boy that got made fun of for picking Dandelions, I pick them everyday, just for him."
The End.
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