Bloom

by fortunator

Once, there was a lonely flower that was abandoned, and the sun stayed by it's side. One day the sun disappeared, and the rain came and beat down on the flower, eventually making it stronger and tougher, and vowing to close its petals forever. When one day, the sun comes back and shines down on it with the love and care the flower deserved, will it still resist the urge to bloom?

notes1: Angst. Angst. Angst. I love angst. :3

notes2: Get ready for an angsty story readers. Please review and let me know if this short prologue interests you :)

Bloom

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Prologue

"You know, I really like flowers."

Pick. Pick. Pick. Sting. Ow.

"It's starting to get dark—wha? Luce? What are you doing?"

Hand. Grabbed.

"Ahhhh! It's bleeding! You've been picking the roses haven't you?"

Shake. Head.

"Luce…"

"…" Shake. Head. No.

"Well, ya don't have to tell me. I know you picked 'em. Well you shouldn't do that anymore 'cause roses are spiky! If you want them, tell me okay?" Shake. Head. "…you know it's better to be honest right?" Honest. Shake. Head. "You don't know? Well, honesty is…um, I'll ask Mommy later, but it's somethin' like you shouldn't lie, or something. But for example, me. I'm honest to you. I never lie and always tell you about everything!"

Honest.

"Oh! It's sunset. Gotta go Luce!" Stand. Up. "I'll see ya later! And I'll promise to teach you more words, well, if Mummy teaches me. Then we'll pick more flowers! Except roses." Smile. Warm.

Nod.

"Good. Bye Luce." Head. Kiss. "I'll see you tomorrow!"

"…"

Not…Honest.