"Frankenstein, do flowers carry a hidden message?"
"Some people use flowers to convey their feelings to one another."
Raizel fell silent, his hand drifting over the flowers. He closed his eyes, a trembling breath escaping his lips. As he was left alone in his room, the chatter of the household downstairs filling the air, he allowed himself a moment of vulnerability as he read the words before him.
Camellias: I long for you. You are flawless. You are the flame of my heart.
Red Gerbera Daisies: I am fully immersed in love
White gladiolus: You are so pure
Sunflowers: You have my adoration.
Blue iris flower and stargazer lilies: You have my love and respect.
Blue asters: patience and love
The list continued on. Each flower, unique in its own way, carried its own message. As he gazed at the pages, he could only stare in sadness. He had suspected a long time ago what she was doing. He enjoyed receiving the flowers just as much as she enjoyed giving them. He had not meant to encourage her, but he did not want to deter her from something she so clearly enjoyed.
When he had released those blue asters petals outside his window, watching as they were carried into the wind, he had suspected how his actions would be interpreted. Even as those beautiful blue petals caressed her face in a way he never could, he knew. He saw it in her eyes, the hope she displayed. The sadness that she had felt was lifted, just as he had wanted. But he had given her false hope, a hope he wished he could have fulfilled.
A hope that died with her.