"Why do you sit here everyday?"
I need to. I might miss something.
"I always see you sit here, are you okay?"
I don't know anymore. So I'll wait and find out.
"Wouldn't you rather get up and play?"
Maybe. Then again, I don't think so.
Another sun set and the mayor finally decides to stand up. Was it getting cold? The sun wasn't up so it must be cold. Yes cold... cold...
"Aren't you cold?"
another train of thought broken by another villager. She brushes off her new spring dress and gives an empty smile to her concerned friend
"No, I'm doing just fine thank you."
I'm doing just fine thank you
That was always the response. Eventually they would leave and the processes would begin at sunrise once again. She gazed off into the ocean, always waiting.
"Why do you have so many roses?"
That's what he liked... so I make sure there are plenty for him when he gets back.
"I enjoy plants is all."
That's all.
Her assistant approached her, saying how much the town needed her. The mayor didn't say a word and ignored her. Every single time.
Seasons passed, then years, and the mayor began to age. There are rumors about how she was alive when "it" happened. She was around when humans were the only ones living in towns and being friends. She muttered and talked to herself about these strange times. No one believes they ever existed.
And yet in a world where ageing is almost unnoticeable for so long, this mayor had lines drawn on her face. More and more after each sunset. And still she watched. And still she waited. They say she waited so long, the towns folk gave up on her and the town was abandoned.
The story goes that the last one to leave town tried to talk sense into her one last time, so she ignored him like she did everyone else. Nothingness hollowed out her eyes and lingered inside of her. Blind until it was too late.
Nonetheless, he talked anyways.
"You'll be missed. You should come." He tried more, and failed more. Giving up, he thought he'd tell her one last thing.
"Are these your roses? I love roses. They're beautiful roses. My favorite. My sister always planted roses for me... when was the last time I saw her...? It's been a long time. A really, really long time. I can't even remember her name..."
his voice trailed off and she heard him get up. With the first sign of emotion in the girl, tears zig zagged through her wrinkles as her face bunched up, hearing the footsteps of something no longer human walk away.
She didn't bother to turn and look. She closed her eyes for the first time in a long time, and lay to rest among the soothing field of roses.