Can flowers talk?

"But I don't want to," "You don't trust me? It's okay, you don't have to worry."

"Come here," his hands take mine, softly holding them. He gets up and starts walking, dragging me with him. I was just following. He looks at me, "Why do you look so sad? I told you, you don't have to worry about it. I used to take it with my friends, and we felt amazing. I want you to try it as well, okay?" "I said I don't want to." "My Jamie..."

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He takes the pill from the table next to him, "There you go."

"I don't want to." His eyes softly narrow and his lips form a tight line. Suddenly, he takes my head, holding it by my hair with a tight but gentle grip, his fingers pushes the pill into my mouth and covers it forcing me to take it. I was slowly swallowing.

"There you go, my boy, I'm very proud of you."

His warm whisper softly tickles my ear. He runs his fingers through my hair. "I thought you would take it as well." "My Jamie, what if something would happen to you? No one could help you and we wouldn't want it, wouldn't we?" His lips form a soft smile.

My muscles start feeling warm, comforting. His hands slip under my arms, effortlessly lifting me off the ground. My muscles loosen, making it hard for me to move. He eases me onto the bed. "Am I a good friend?" he whispers into my ear softly warming it up. "I think you are. Am I?" "You are very handsome, my Jamie..." he smiles.

My mind starts feeling very light. "Good job, Jamie," he says very slowly, in a humming tone. My eyelids feel very relaxed but heavy. I couldn't hold them. "Shhhh, sleep well, my boy," I feel his hands slip under my shirt, slowly wandering from nipples to my tummy. "You are such a brave boy, my Jamie," he hummed quietly.

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I open my eyes, eyelids don't feel that heavy anymore and I can move my body. I feel the softness of my bed. I go downstairs to my mom; when she sees me, her face immediately lights up. "Jamie sweetheart, you finally woke up. You have such a good friend; he carried you all the way from his house to us on his own feet. You've got such a brave friend. I'm very happy for you. He said that you fell asleep in his house and you didn't look well. He was very worried."

My lips form into a smile. "Mom, did you take care of my flowers? Did you talk to them? Do they still have enough water?" "Go and check by yourself; I think I did a great job taking care of them." I immediately run to our greenhouse. The air is pretty thick and warm. What if flowers got dry because of it? I step into the greenhouse and sit to look at my flowers carefully. They look very fresh and happy. "My dear, you look beautiful today. Very fresh flowers, very beautiful." Will they answer me today? I wait a few seconds and nothing, just quietness.