Leaving Lavender/✔

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I’ve never hated the lavender field, I really enjoyed it avtually. I was surrounded by it, a sea of purples and pinks, their petals swayed with the wind that would build up in between my mountains. It was a beautiful sight, how the mountains etched the skyline roughly, the pastel skies contrasting against the dark edges of rock. It was nice to see such beauty everyday, the specks of petals floating about in the air, them falling in the creek and floating all the way into various towns nearby.
    It had grown lonely out here though, but I didn’t mind. I’ve gone on for almost two decades with vulgarities and slurs to last a lifetime, it was nice to have the solitaire, to have everyone gone and to just be alone. Nothing but silence to keep my company, nothing but the whistling winds and the growing fields, the rushing river and the rocky mountains, it was all mine, mine to enjoy for the rest of my life. The nothingness that had surrounded me for miles was comforting, knowing I had been on my very own to depend on and survive with ease, no one to bother me or them. It was really a dream come true, something I’d been hoping for a while now.
    My brother Thomas had always worried though, he was afraid I’d end up like father. Coldness freezing me from the inside out, harshness clawing at my softer personality, the solitaire making me go mad. He visits from time to time, making sure I had been alright, checking up, giving a lending hand with harvesting sometimes. He comes and stays for a while, sometimes a few hours, sometimes a few weeks, but he had always ended up leaving to work again, leaving me alone again to the fields and everything else around me.