To wish upon a flower

"Emotions are fickle." She laughed.

The flower in her hand slowly wilted. It's ashes being dragged by the wind - and yet, she could only stare at her hand, unmoving. The stared at her hand for a moment, hoping for something to move or to give itself some fragrance, yet nothing changes. Her hand remained the same - still and in an opened motion.

She looked up at the sky and let out a small chuckle, "So painfully fickle"
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