In her mind, only flowers delicate, fragrant, like the ones he once gave her. But now she walks alone in her tidy dress, hair dancing with the wind and one spinning eye that never stopped searching for him, even after death.
In her mind, only flowers delicate, fragrant, like the ones he once gave her. But now she walks alone in her tidy dress, hair dancing with the wind and one spinning eye that never stopped searching for him, even after death.