Gone. Taken by a fire. She had been completely burned. You can't tell the difference between the ashes of her and the tree ashes. Except for the bones. The many bones.
It's like her death was planned. She's been acting weird and talking about death. Well, now she knows what happens after death. That's dark. Okay.
Lily's gone now. That's the main point of this. Everything is empty now.
Hollow.
The ground cracked.
Yellow roses sprouted from the dirt.
Trees became covered in towering yellow roses.
For a second all you could see were miles of yellow roses.
I touched a rose and blood peeked out.
The blood hit the floor.
The yellow roses crumbled and withered.
But there was a flower.
A small white flower.
It's a lily.
The Lily withers.
It's gone.
Lily is gone.
Everything is gone.
The seed has appeared.
