The next day approached. The sun hadn't fully occupied the sky yet, notwithstanding, one could still see its faint beauty twilight trying to showcase itself from the eastern horizon and amidst the chunky clouds.
At dawn, Flower opened her eyes only to meet a blue bird standing on her face with its tiny yellow legs.
"What the…?!"
Flower panicked a little bit and hastily attempted to chase the bird away roughly with her hands. She had already forgotten that she was still sleeping on the tree and had thought that she was still in the comfort of Anthony's mansion, but then it was otherwise.
And somehow, before Flower could blink twice, her body impacted itself on the soft slow filled ground creating a dull sound. Flower hadn't even seen what the bird actually looked like or what it was trying to do. Perhaps the bird had assumed that Flower was dead, thus this might be the reasons for its bizarre actions.
Flower whimpered in pain.
"Damn!"
"What a good way to wake up at dawn," she muttered sarcastically. She supported herself with her hands and promptly elevated herself upwards. She didn't really bother about the hopeless bird that situated itself on her face, knowing fully that the bird was just curious. So therefore its curiosity to know more about the person that was laying unmoving on the tree had caused it to land on her face.
Flower sat on the cold floor. She yawned softly.
She shivered in coldness, wrapping her hands around herself. Flower was wearing an huge hoodie, even yet, she still felt utterly cold as the brumal wind pervaded her frail stature and pushed itself against her ghast skin. Fortunately for Flower, she had tied an extra hoodie around her waist and now she quickly wore it. This made her looked like a bundle of pillow tied together.
Flower's teeth chattered continuously. Although she was wearing two hoodies and covering her head with the hood of the hoodie, she still felt abundantly cold. Flower swiftly robbed her palms against eachother to generate heat within them. Then after that, she placed them on her slightly chubby but freezing cheeks. Her lips were as dry as the sands in front of a volcano, only a word could ascribe her current appearance 'ghost'.
Steams kept coming out of her mouth with every breath she took. Eventhough Flower was unfathomably worried about the cold weather and the chunky, obese clouds which was already forming up in the slightly blue but gray sky, Flower was still more fuddled about the condition back at the werewolf's mansion.
'They must have probably been searching for me now. I'm sure of it.'
'All the more reasons for me to fugitive from here quickly,' Flower thought.
She almost got up and began to scamper as soon as she thought that. But then, Flower instantaneously plummeted her petite butt back on the snow filled bone-chilling ground as a thought spontaneously lightened up in her head. Thus, she sat down back to ponder about it more intensely.
'Wait a minute…'
'What am I supposed to eat this morning?' she asked herself whilst biting her nails as though it was food. She promptly withdrew her nails from her mouth. She sighed.
'I should have set a trap yesterday night for a catch, that way I would have secured a meat delicacy. Although I don't have any spices to go with it, however, I'd still have managed it as long as I don't stay hungry. Damnit! How could I have forgotten?!' she blamed herself. Flower knew that she was foodless because of her own stupidity. So of course, she didn't know what to do next.
She then took in a deep breath. Rethinking everything that was going on in her beautiful mind.
'No. I shouldn't pin the blame on myself.'
'I was too fatigued and extremely exhausted yesterday. So how could I have remembered? I shouldn't blame myself too much.'
'I'll rather blame that beast of a werewolf for everything.' She frowned.As always Flower wasn't going to attach all the blames atop her head. To her it shouldn't be done that way. All the blames must be pinned atop Anthony.
Soon enough, Flower remembered that she had decided to forgive Anthony for all the supposed crimes he had committed against her in return for saving her life from the clutches of death and its companion, including the fact that he had taken care of her through—having Regina prepare all her favorite meal by giving her a list of everything—curing her throats wounds although he was the cause of it—ordering Horatio to involve himself in an online shopping just for her needs—having Horatio fumigate the whole mansion's nukes and crannies just so that she wouldn't be disturbed by any forms of pests, et cetera…
Basically, Flower wasn't the type to go back on her words. Nevertheless, at the thought of Anthony she always seemed to boil up some immerse ire, resentment and annoyance within her. She just couldn't help it. But still, she wasn't going to go back on her words.
'I should just forget about him. He's only part of my past now,' Flower assured herself.
She smiled not too joyfully but with just an inch of joy. Since she couldn't remember when last she had smiled, grinned or even laughed genuinely back at the mansion. Besides, all of them there all appears to be under the influence of that scoundrel of a werewolf. Additionally, they all deemed to be void of humorism all through. This didn't really annoy Flower though, she wasn't really expecting anyone of them to start cracking jokes for her.
'Now let's focus on some more important things—food of course.'
She advanced upwards. Pulling onto the the reins of her satchel with both hands like an adorable, jolly little girl who was just coming back from school. The only difference between them was that Flower wasn't jolly, however she still looked considerably adorable in double hoodies.
'To find food. I'll just need to look for—'
Flower's words were pervaded by the sudden urge she was currently welcoming in her body. She didn't really felt that way when she woke up, however, presently it was happening. She suffered this for about three seconds. And immediately after that three seconds the feeling had abscond.
Flower ignored it, assuming that it was just a normal urge. Thus she overlooked it and focused on walking away and farther away from the enemy's den.
About five minutes later. Flower began to witness the sudden urge which she had experience not too long ago again. The difference between the sudden urge of now and then was that she presently couldn't take it any longer.