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You move some flower to perfect the flower bouquet. Your weak hand pass between the blue petals. Your eyes softened at them and their meaning and to who you want to send them. The young woman next to you wait quietly for you word.
" My dear, would it be possible to send these flower to my love ? I know it's a far place from here but -"
"Don't worry, my lady. I take care of everything, you could rest now"
"Thank" you said while smiling.
You go back to your bed. The heavy comforter make it reassuring to your body and mind. Your whole body hurts you when you laid down and you groan in pain.
You cough a little but that make you feel like your lung tried to escape from your body. Hiding the pain gets harder and harder as the days go by. You just hope you body can hold a little longer...
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"My lord, there is something for you coming from your home"
"Leave it here"
"as you wish"
The soldier put the bouquet on the ground before leaving the room. The chief of war look at the blue bouquet. A letter was attached to it.
"My love,
I'm sorry I couldn't visit you. I pray everyday for you safety and hope you are fine. I also hope these flower arrives in your hand in the same state they leave mine.
Your beloved (y/n)"
Some of the flower were dead but it was still in good condition. He take a vase and put water in to keep the bouquet alive longer. He touch the flower the same way you did it with a soft smile. Maybe he could take some days off the see you or just go here saying it for inspection of the security.
Two week later, he finally reach that place he can call home. He open the wooden door which guard the entrance to the path leading to the house. The paved road is surrounding by flower and insect like bee and butterfly. A familiar silhouette welcome him even if it wasn't the one he expecting. The emotion of the young woman's face give him a bad feeling.
"My lord... I'm sorry..." the woman start to cry in front of him " My... My lady... Died"
What... It can't... It can't be true. He understand and at the same time doesn't. Something broke in him, leaving an empty hole in his soul. What happened? You couldn't just die like this ! You can't leave him behind, alone, with nothing...
"What happened"
"her illness became stronger, her body didn't survive... She rest in the cemetery"
He starts to leave immediately at her word.
"Wait, my lord ! She has a last letter for you !" he stops "allow me to give it to you"
She go in the house and came back after a few minute. She handed him a blue paper with his name written in a familiar writing. His hand take it and something like fear invade him. It was your last letter for him.
"My love,
I sorry. I don't think I can make it until your next visit or even visit you. I'm sorry to not telling you how sick I was, I didn't want to worry you. I know you will say, don't be sorry it's not your fault or something like that but I feel like that. I love you
Even if I'm not in your side, I always be in your heart. Each memories is precious and the live I live with you allow me to leave with a real treasure.
Your beloved (y/n)
PS: the flower I sent you are call forget-me-not. It's mean true love, perfect for us isn't ? "
While reading it, he ends up in front of your grave. There were the same flower next to the grave marking. It isn't a dream, you were really gone... He sight and sit right in front of it. He won't try everything to bring you back, you need to rest from this sick world. But... Maybe if he just close his eyes... Then...
He can heard exited voices and the smell of noodle surrounding him when he open his eyes. The curtain that serves as a door moved in front of him, allowing him to see a new but familiar face.
"Oh, You are the mayor, right ? MK and Mei are so exited, sorry in advance for their behavior. Ah ! I'm sorry too! I block you in the entrance, please come in."
"Thank you, my dear. What's your name ? "
"I'm (y/n), nice to meet you"
Then maybe if he close his eyes he can see you again.