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A spring without a flower

How strange. Every spring I am greeted by the wide open fields filled with a vast

array of flowers. Even though I had no interest in plants or flowers in general, the
sight never fails to seize my attention from any wandering thoughts to the colorful
valley before me. The landscape is as beautiful as ever, yet it’s difficult to grasp

the same feeling I used to now that I stand here alone.

Standing here alone doesn’t bring out the same magic this place used to have with
you. Maybe it’s the lack of your astonished gasp no matter how similar the landscape
was. Maybe it’s because I wasn’t thrown straight into the flurry of colors trying to

make sure you didn’t get lost or the general lack of enthusiasm missing in this
particular visit. I strolled passed the never-ending passages filled with flowers
stepping on the rocks that were now ingrained into the dirt. Following the path I

stopped as I bumped my head and a rain of purple petals fell.

“Ah.. I’m here...” I murmured. I ducked under the bundle of hyacinths and opened
the gate that led to a small open area. I immediately collapse onto the clumps of
flowers which dampen my fall yet my back still faces that dull pain, should’ve been

expected, however it does not compare to the emptiness I feel within. I lie down
taking in the deafening silence. I never knew silence could feel so chilling. Maybe
it’s because I’ve never been in such a suffocating void. Normally you would’ve

immediately begun yelling at me and trying to get me off your precious flowers as I
continue wrecking a part of your realm. Guilt eventually catches up to me as I try
not to cause any more damage.

I look back at the now dying flowers. How fragile they are, they die so fast. I

simply laid upon them for a few minutes yet that was enough for their time on
this earth to end. Reminded me of how fragile human life is as well.. I stood up

immediately, picked an array of colorful hyacinth and ran out of the area. I
don't think my heart could’ve handled staying there any longer. I brought my
attention to the flowers in my hands; you always said they were your favorite. I

never found them particularly pretty, I thought there were so many flowers that
looked more beautiful but you would always smile at me and tell me that
hyacinths were special, they had their own beauty and they hold special memories.

Yeah.. I think I get that now.