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This garden is beautiful, but I am not. 

Now that I think about it, this is all ironic. A boy, lonely- to live in such a colourful and beautiful place like this. I guess I should blame you. The flowers that bloom are a representation of you, I had grown them in your memory. Flowers such as the Amaryllis, the Aster- they represent how beautiful and innocent you were, I could barely stand still when you looked at me.

I had gained you one spring evening, just after the sun had gone to sleep. I was suprised, I had never seen someone as beautiful and charming at just the first glance. A white water lily floating in the cooling spring water, that is how you looked. I hid amongst the tall, wise oak trees, a feeling of anxiety forming from someone delicate entering my gardens and seeing me in a vulnerable and ugly state. I had wanted to make myself known to you, to scare you away like every other person. But why did I not? Why did I choose to leave you, for you to only come back yet again the next day?

Water Lily -KTH, JJK-Where stories live. Discover now