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Shadow Milk always hated the flowers.
Everytime we'd walk through the garden, he'd sneer at them, or tell me I'm more beautiful.
If only I wasn't so oblivious.
Id always laugh off his comments, assuming he was just, making a joke at my expense. But then he got sick.
It started with a cough, and I tired to heal him, but it only got worse. A bad cough, turned to coughing up petals, the petals of the flowers he always sneered at..
Then that turned to throwing up the buds, and blood.. Seeing him suffer everyday hurt. But I think the worst day came when he stopped suffering.
Because with the end of his suffering came his crumbling. I walked into his room to check on him, and he was gone. In his place was a small bush of those yellow flowers sitting in the pile of his crumbs, the flowers he hated..
The flowers I hate.
I don't go in the garden anymore. I can't look at the flowers anymore. I can't stand them anymore.
Though, lately, Ive developed a cough.