The alluring flone.

The alluring stone of remembrance.

  As a child, I was captivated by the allure of peculiar stones, drawn to their unique beauty and charm.

Over the years, my collection grew, amassing a staggering 10,000 stones in our backyard. Each stone held a story, a fragment of nature's artistry that I transformed into exquisite adornments for my mother's cherished plants.

During our family reunions, a sense of profound joy enveloped me as relatives marveled at the splendor of our backyard oasis. Their words of admiration bestowed upon our plants and meticulously crafted decorations made me feel truly special.

Now, at the age of 20, my love for collecting stones remains unwavering, though the act of adorning has become a solitary endeavor.

The passing of my beloved mother left an indelible void in my heart, yet she ensured that her passion for decorating lived on. In her memory, she created a humble shop, a sanctuary for our adorned plants to flourish.

The shop flourished, drawing people in with its enchanting display of botanical wonders. However, fate had a different plan in store.

A tempestuous storm unleashed its fury upon my tiny haven, leaving destruction in its wake. Amidst the wreckage, only one survivor remained—the very first smooth stone I had adorned, intertwined with my mother's first created flower, we even called it the "first alluring Flone" which mean's the prettiest flower decorated with stones.

But Devastation and despair washed over me as I gazed upon the remnants of my mother's final gift, ravaged by the storm's merciless wrath. Yet, within the depths of sorrow, a flicker of Guiltness ignited.

I vowed to rebuild, to honor my mother's legacy, i didn't manage to save the heavenly home called store of mine, I blamed myself for not protecting the store or taking the plants with me.

Five days later, I stopped making plants and decorations. But then my best friend signed me up for a plant decorating competition, just for fun.
I painted a flowerpot and added a rose with some painted rocks on top. It was simple, but I didn't expect to win.

After the event, a wealthy man approached me. He heard about what happened and wanted to help me rebuild my store, I was overjoyed and thanked him. We exchanged numbers, and he asked if I was single and found me attractive i blushed answered his question "Yes".

We went on several dates that went very well, and I found myself falling even deeper for him. He courted me for five months, and finally, I answered him with a resounding yes.

We have been together for four years now, living a good life. We even became fur parents to a short British cat who loves to dig in the dirt and get dirty. Our little family is perfect - I love stones, he loves plants, and our cat loves playing in the dirt.

However, tragedy struck when my fiancé had a terrible accident. He fell down a flight of high stairs after being exhausted from work. It was a difficult time for both of us, filled with worry and uncertainty.

After a long and challenging recovery, the day finally came when the doctor called to tell me that my fiancé was ready to come home. I rushed to the bus station, eagerly waiting for the next bus. But as I stood there, an unknown bus suddenly hit me.

Now, I find myself standing in front of a very alluring giant stone. My almost wife's tombstone, staring at a large stone with the most beautiful name written on it - my fiancé's name. It has been a year since the incident, and the pain of losing her still weighs heavily on my heart, And this tombstone will be filled with beautiful flowers just like the "First alluring Flone".
-Future husband.