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"𝑀𝑦 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑡! 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒!"
"𝑀𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑒.... 𝑀𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠..."
𝗧𝘄𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘀, one from the skies, and one for the land.
Death was his known...
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𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬, he looked at each flower with unsatisfied eyes. Each poppy, each daisy, even the roses, they all didn't seemed to look beautiful today.
Maybe in the day they're nothing but flowers that stood with the blue skies, tonight they looked asleep and down. He grumbles curses underneath his breathe of having trouble finding the most beautiful flower to complement his love.
He would describe his love with no words, as how he can compare someone to another beautiful thing when they're more than elegant, more beautiful, than a simple beauty.
Death looks from a far and sees some glows of white from a ditch. He walks towards the source and sees pure white lilies, it flowed underneath the moon like how his loves eyes glowed too.
He grins softly and goes down the ditch. Carefully touching one and it rot by the touch, the petals curling up and then flatters down to shatter, and the stem lowers down and turns into a darker color. Death pulls his hand away and huffs through his nostrils, looking around somewhere to hold these in.
