Diphylleia grayi [Skeleton Flower]

Honesty

I saw you take it harder than me and cried like a child.

Early in the morning, the woman woke up by herself.

Perhaps it was because last night she completed her end of a day as the interviewed singer had told her. Although she had been suffering from insomnia since the break-up, that night she had a sweet sleep.

'Pretty good idea. Was it really the ritual to finish the day?'

What a refreshing and welcoming morning it was. In addition, it was also her first day off in a while.

Wishing to spend the morning at her own leisure, the woman kept rolling around the bed for some ten minutes.

'I'm hungry. How long since I had a real breakfast?'

Having stretched and gotten up, the woman headed to the kitchen and opened the fridge.

However, since she did not often have meals at home, the refrigerator was in a similar situation to her empty stomach. Yet, today's morning was too refreshing to eat delivery food.

'I'll have cereal. That's enough.'

While softly pouring the cereal into the bowl, the woman thought carefully on how she would spend such an off-day as precious as gold. She only had a few days in a year to take care of herself like this, so she had to spend her time wisely.

'How about I finally clean up the house?'

The woman was exhausted physically and mentally, for sure. What she needed when she felt like that was to get some fresh air out of her daily life. And since cleaning emptied her mind, organizing the house was the perfect thing to do. She turned the piled-up laundry in the washing machine while washing the dishes, changed the bedding and even cleaned the bathroom. She was so engrossed in her cleaning that her forehead was sweating when she finally started organizing

her study.

After a while, she was staring pleased at a neatly cleaned desk. Since she was at it, she began organizing the desk drawers as well and reached for the last one.

Why did she have to.
She had created the perfect holiday but was so absorbed in finishing it that she opened the

forbidden drawer.

Oh my, it was already too late. Her body was faster than her mind.

The traces of him remained too strongly in that place.

And these traces, as if envious of her perfect day, at her who seemed to try to erase him, were getting ready to swallow her up whole.

'······So this is where I put it.'

In that drawer was a picture she took smiling with the man who broke up with her, a music box that he gifted her, a bunch of useless decorations they brought from a trip to South America, all the evidence of the love he once felt for her was left there, intact.

He was there.

The woman, now staring blankly at those objects that had lost the meaning of their existence, began to move her hands as she made up her mind. Trying to assure herself that there was not a bit of attachment left in those, she grabbed his remains at random and threw them to the trashcan. In the middle of it, the blue envelope of a letter caught her eye. That was one of the love letters he used to write. His letters could make even the most boring days more romantic. She hesitated on
whether to throw out this letter for a while, but her hands were spreading it open before she knew it.

To my dear

It's been a while.

We used to exchange letters very often, but now that there’s SNS and such, and we can
communicate easily with each other without having to leave such long messages, hasn’t the world become so comfortable?