"𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘂𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽"
Flowers die when they're not poured with water.
In this game, she was the flower and he the water.
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𝓉𝓌： 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃 𝒸ℴ𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈
－ 𝒶𝓃...
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It felt strange.
Surreal.
Nearly unbelievable.
Stroking all the flowers her grandma had planted on her own when she was young.
Take a good care of them when you're older. They don't wait for you to die.
Sunlight slowly made its way to the endless flower field. The flowers now shined even more in the radiant sunbeams.
It had a bit of a magical place, a spiritual one her grandma would've said.
It was a shame she was gone. Died too early when the girl was just a kid and didn't quite understood why she suddenly didn't permanently appear for meal anymore.
The girl closed her eyes for a moment and suddenly there was only her, the feeling of freshly poured petals on her soft skin and the sun spending its light on her rosy cheeks.
It felt like
freedom.
They don't wait for you to die.
Yet the girl had never known what her grandmother meant with that. She would always pour the flowers and spread all her love on the flower field just for it to stay alive.
Funny how things change.
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Haru
Haru
Haru
"Haru!" The female voice slowly reached out for her niece's shoulder before shaking it.
The sleepy girl rubbed her eyes and squinted her eyebrows, not knowing what the hell was going on as she only saw her aunt's face popping up right in front of her own.
"You overslept, honey" The older female acknowledged, having the girl immediately lifting up her upper body, jumping out of bed while she tried to reach her closet and jump on one feet at the same time when the other foot was still lost anywhere under the blanket.
"No no no no" Haru muttered to herself while her hair had different plans and just decided to stand up in every possible direction, her bangs looking more like an eye blocker. "Why exactly today?"
The girl's aunt meanwhile stuffed everything lying on the desk that looked like belonging to her school stuff into Haru's backpack.
She herself was already dressed up in her work clothes fully, having thought that her niece would have remembered to set an alarm for the first school day after summer break the night before but as she noticed then; she apparently did not.
Haru quickly changed from her pajamas which generally only consisted of way too big flabble shirt and some random-picked shorts which nearly reached the girl's thighs caused by their size, into her uniform, the tie still hanging around her neck loosely.
