Rose
Kanda
The tangle of overgrown flowers surrounded him. Each one was a vibrant shade, even the white ones. He stared at them, wondering if he could hack them down.
Each bud, each flower, each blossom reminded him of the lotus currently trapped in an hourglass in his room. The lotus currently missing three petals.
He reached forward and snapped one perfectly shaped rose off its stem. Thorns pierced his fingers, but he ignored them in favor of crushing the rose.
He could destroy these flowers. His life wasn't tied to them. His life was tied to that lotus trapped in his room. And he. Hated. That. Dependence.