The boy enveloped in his own mist of depression bypassed the flower that had awaited him all this time ,blinded to the fact that a mere touch of his fated flower could restore his sight. The flower, on the contrary, was well aware and spread its fragrance squeezing every last drop of its strength in order to awaken the walking dead. Alas! the boy never spared one look to the flower. He kept distancing farther n farther away. Once the boy's shadow disappeared, the flimsy little beauty began to wither.
