Sweetheart? (Flowerfell fanfic)
"Sweetheart?"He asked her in a sweet calm soothing voice
She looked over at him with the only eye she has, that wasn't covered in flowers, she had a calm look on her face, with a sweet smile her hair flowed through the wind, little white snow flakes in her hair.
He grabs her hand pulling her somewhere, her face went blank but let him drag her away.
He dragged her over by a dead tree you looked up at it he looked at her.
Under the tree sat one buttercup flower, with many by it. But. The others weren't alive, only one.