"… …"
In the shadows hidden from view, dark hazel pupils took in the scenery of those wandering players. Hovering in between those useless corpses now only good for becoming feed to this disgusting garden. That slender figure slanted a glance at the swaying floral beside them.
As if recalling a fragment of old memories, an emotion of extreme loathing flashes by akin to a falling meteor. Lithe digits reached out to break a single stem of lavender off as their hand lifted to send that stalk towards their nose.
A light fragrance of soothing sweetness entered the sense as if the tranquil embrace of a mother's love. So fleeting and faint to the point that a person wouldn't have truly noticed until the last moment when that warmth had lost.
Just like the realization of that day…
