At the start, the end. And in the middle.

Oh! You killing me now!

"The more you tell a person not to open something, the more that person wants to open it."

M.POV'S:

It's been a week since the last time I saw him.

He started to act so weirdly avoiding me. Don't even dare to look into my eyes. He just kept coming with his flowers showing me his skills on using the knives.

He is talented when it comes to knives and knowing about garden and flowers more then I do. I envy him for being skilled knowing what he loves and he wants unlike me.

Looking and waiting for something to happen.

Watering the 'Lili White' it's been a couple weeks since he killed her or like he says "cut her". It's growing up but it still has a fragile leg. It needs a special care. And that's what I am going to do. To kill time and enjoy a little bit.

I wonder if one day that he will cut these flowers and put them on the top of my coffin?

It's almost the time. He will bring another flower I wonder what he will call her this time and if she deserves the name. I am so curious.

Opening the door, Looking to see. 'What?'

He is getting in... I don't know what is he thinking of.

He's is alone. No one with him.

I wonder what's wrong with him. It must be something wrong something not correct he is not used come here without a flower.

He's getting closer and closer to me... Looking to him ... He kept getting closer and closer to me ... I don't know what to do or what to react or even what to say to him.

It's been a week not looking to my eyes but now he does.

Spending all of this time complaining about it and when he did it I want it to stop. What's wrong with me? My heart beats too fast with each step he takes it toward me.

He looks pale, he falls on my shoulder. I can feel his heavy breath and his hight temperature. I think he has a fever. 

Touching his forehead, he has a high more fave I don't know what to do.

Guiding him outside the garden to his room... putting him under the bed .. taking off his clothes .. bringing a towel and some warm water to wipe his body hoping that the temper will get down a little.

He's sleeping. Looking to him while sleeping, so peaceful, like an angel.

Trying to leave.. getting up from beside him ... he held my hand .. looking back to him.

"Don't leave stay!" He said.

Looking to him how he is holding my hand, I feel kind of pity for him. He is been so lonely all of these years no one was there for him.

I wonder why he started to kill? 

Looking around... He has a lot of books all over his room. there is also a book beside his bed under the table I tried to get him and I did.

"The melody under the moonlight" the name of the book.

I am curious to read it. I want to know which genre of books he likes to read. flipping the pages.

It's an interesting book and so good. 

A paper falls from it. Trying to get it.

It's an envelope signed by the name 'My beloved Gardenia' I am opening it.

It's a photo on the back was written 'I will never forget your smell' it took before 2 years.

Turning the photo to see it.

To my surprise, I drop it. "What are you doing?" He said.

Looking to him. I am so surprised.

The person in the photo looks exactly like me. I am confused!