• It all started with a simple chat, his adoration for the other led to one obstacle to the next.

    The other was talented in the art of gardening, blooming flowers and bristling bushes withing every nook and cranny that is humanly possible, and also safe for the plants themselves.

    Through the summers they had shared were both alight with the peak of romanticism. And the the springs arrival which brought forth the coming of life, a special life.

    Plants.

    His other simply adored plants. They spent every single Spring together, admiring and planting plants. Their bond increased as time went by, the flower wafted in the distance when they came and left as they did the same.

    It had come to Winter then, and plants were slowly dying or already dead. Possibly nocturnal?

    Who knows....

    His Other had bid him farewell, saying that they had found another place.

    A place where the Carnation bloom.

    And all he had remembered was receiving a white carnation wrapped within a baby blue bouquet, which was tied all together with a lowly navy blue ribbon.

    The carnations bloomed brightly; red, pink, purple, blue, and many other colors.

    They rested at the mural.

    And the songs of bitter tears, lonely nights, and loss had torn the spirit.

    You mainly did see red carnation, you know?

    I wonder why.