Kamila always ended up going back to Belius when she knew that the Camellia was about to die. She went there hoping that she would endure watching its final moments and find the strength to move on, but she would just renew the imprint and start over.
Looking at the withered flower was already hard, doing it with all the pressure from three years of memories from her apartment weighing on her was nigh-impossible.
'At first, everyone but me thought that this cheap-ass thing was a betrothal gift.' Kamila thought while picking up the badly hammered green painted scrap metal that comprised the Camellia's stem.
'Then, while others forgot about it, I started to hope that Lith would give me another. A perennial Camellia as a proper betrothal gift. Yet I knew that it would never happen until we managed to bring out all the unspoken words left between us.
