|| Forget-Me-Not ||

Amaranthus caudatus

Love-Lies-Bleeding: stood for hopeless love or hopelessness in the Victorian language of flowers. it's unfading flowers have long been equated with immortality or a love without hope.
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As spring came in I picked up a passion for gardening, and as April came around, someone as soon as he could he left. He works what feels like non-stop.

And I stayed in my garden most of the time. Dad and Liz complimented me on my hard work, but I didn't do it for the accomplishment or the compliments, I wanted to have something to do besides worry about Deman.

But I learned about flowers, and their meaning. All kinds of bugs love flowers, ants, caterpillars, butterflies, bunnies, cats, dogs, etc.

They love eating flowers. And the message and stories behind flowers are the most beautiful part, most flowers are named after their beautiful and never ending beauty.

But not all flowers are named with the most beautiful meaning.
They have ugly sides just like people.

I haven't seen Deman in awhile, after school got out. It wasn't long before I discovered that he had been sent to the hospital. I figured it out from his coworker in the coffee shop.

As soon as I was able to go see him I did. And I brought some of the flowers I grew. Bauhinia acuminata, Tagetes erecta, Dianthus caryophyllus, and Heliotropium.

I had more, but I didn't think they'd go with the rest, especially the Hydrangea.
In the hospital, he laid in a bed, with his cuts and bruises healing on his face, and the ones I just noticed on his arms.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

I sat the vase down and he looked at them, "I grew them, in my new garden."
"You have a garden?"

"Yeah, it really helped."

"Therapeutic, I know." He smiled

"I see why you like them so much, flowers are very interesting."

The room when silent, the both of us obviously avoid a certain subject.

"So?..."

"Love-lies-bleeding." He said looking at the vase of flowers on the side.

"What?"

"I think it's hopeless. Amaranthus caudatus is the perfect flower for my situation."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, that I really don't think I need all these wires and machines hooked up to me. It seems pointless."

"It'll help you. I don't want you to die."

"Well it looks like your prayers have been answered. I failed. I have no hope, for the future. Please forget about me."

I didn't want to hear him talk about dieing. I don't want to hear him say that he'd be better off dead, that it's hopeless.

I wish I said something to make him change his mind or told him that I don't think that it's hopeless to be on the machines. But what would that do, I'm not in his place.