their hearts are clogged with flowers.
withering flowers.
once: there were daffodils, chrysanthemums and violets that all thrived in the today girls' innocence and naïvety. but of course, reality soon dragged these girls' down to a place where the poor plants blooming in their souls were trampled on.
now: all that these flowers are used for is participating in the savage game of 'he loves me, he loves me not'*. their petals are slowly and brutally yanked from their frail bodies, until all that they are is another empty answer.
and soon: the today girls' hearts will be nothing but a bloody garden of hate.
* - a cruel game which tells cruel lies.
