Disclaimer: I own the poem but nick owns characters.
Chapter 5: Death to my lover
May is the coldest month,
when flowers grow,
yet memories die.
Here are the roots,
the story of love
that dies with the heart.
Winter comes, the growth of the beginning
Summer comes with nothing but pracheam.
And the rain comes to drench the ahava.
The Sunlight comes and burns the gan.
The last hour left with silence.
Yesh li hammon ahava bisivel lakh.
He came to the mountain of hope and despair.
I was scared of the mysterious air,
but he let me go…
for the first time I knew how to feel free
in the mysterious air.
What comes in this story is nothing but—
If You don't know this,
then you should go away from here,
to find the answer of the truth.
Yesh
li shaila bishieval ha al ahava, ata yodea mackarach li?
"You
know the answer
lies within this garden."
I looked within the flowers,
knowing the truth and the lie.
The silence brings around
nothing.
not even a simple answer.
Helga wasn't sure if her reputation was ruined, but after lunch she did have Harold meet Old Betsy. She wasn't sure what Arnold was going to say to her during lunch. All Helga thought was that Arnold does not love her. Little does she know that fate knows her sad story, and knows how to fix the loneliness that Helga feels?