Namara closed the window again and looked at the Gardenia flowers on the side of the window. Her hand reached out to take the flower and brought it to her nose. A refreshing scent immediately entered her nostrils.
That flowers are not only beautiful but also have a fragrant aroma. When thinking that… could Namara be a sprig of Gardenia?
Can not. She's too dirty. If she has to equate it with a flower, then it is a rose. Maybe she is beautiful, but there are many unpleasant things about her.
Namara pressed her chest. Suddenly it felt very tight. Not tightness from not being able to breathe, but tightness from thinking about how strongly she was bound by revenge.
Why did she have to think about that now?
Suddenly Namara slammed the Gardenia flower into the corner of the room. It instantly shattered into pieces. The sound of its splintering split the silence of the room.
