A Sunflower and the Pebble

"I just can't keep doing this..." Her voice quivered as she tried to keep her calm.

He reached for his neckline, pulling out her necklace he had tucked away to keep safe. "I understand...I just thought we were on the same page."

"Me too..." Her voice was quieter now. She could feel herself breaking apart with every word. She reached for her pocket where the necklace and his bracelets were.

They traded their objects off to one another, each not understanding the pain the other person was feeling. She thought he felt indifferent, like it didn't matter how much this was killing her. But she could see it in his eyes...he was hurting just as much as she was.

This is her story. His sunflower. Because that's the thing about sunflowers, they may wilt, but they always come back.