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, Ruth replied with a big smile. “Oh! I brought some flowers for you”, Eunice said as she looked back to collect the flowers from Christian. “I bought some daffodils. Olivia said they are your favourite after chrysanthemums”. “Awww. Thank you Eunice”, Ruth said as she received the flowers. “But why didn’t you buy the chrysanthemums?” “Our teacher told us that in East Asia, chrysanthemums are given for the portrait of the dead”, Eunice said dryly.

I chuckle in self embarrassment and step down. A bunch of chrysanthemums flowers got pushed into my view, and, my head tilt back before I slowly lift my hands to collect them. My fingers graze through its florets; they were smooth and velvety: Its petals delicate and papery, yet some of its ridges were so pronounced, and folding— There's only one of this type in this world every season. How did he get his hands on it? And this comes every summer which is already over— This flower should have wilted or be wilting right now but it looks just as fresh.

Frustrated by her father's words, the girl ran away, far away from her father deep into the forest inside the Jasenovac camp Intensely running for three minutes straight she stopped by the river. She was surprised at what she saw, blinded by the sun, Hannale stopped and squinted her eyes. "I never thought I'd see this here! What a beauty!" It was a chrysanthemum plantation right beside the riverbank. The plantation was as yellow as the sun, she wished she had her paint and canvas with her to capture the untouched beauty. "Is that a person taking a bath in the river?" she thought to herself.

It was as good a place as any to start working up that friendship Max had wanted. Putting all my focus on this task, I removed the dead things, burning them into a crisp to avoid wastage, then I brought forth some bulbs from the underworld. Planting them into the pot, I then used my powers to bring forth some water from outside, and used it to give life to the soil and bulbs. Within moments, and thanks to my powers, the pot was soon alive with several fire-red and yellow Chrysanthemum flowers. Admiring my work, I nodded. Max would have to appreciate this.

The morning sun broke gently through the long curtains of Emilia Grace’s bedroom. A soft floral breeze drifted in through the open window, but it wasn’t what woke her. It was the scent—floral, delicate, and familiar. She blinked, then sat up slowly, her breath catching in her throat. Chrysanthemums. Hundreds of them. Delicate blooms in ivory, blush, and soft lavender filled the entire room. They lined the window sills, spilled across the vanity, nestled in vases on every surface. The air was soaked with their quiet, noble fragrance.

Hansen's eyes turned slightly, and a beautiful curve appeared at the corner of his mouth. In the Ink Garden of Richards Manor, chrysanthemums were blooming in profusion. The evergreen trees were vigorous and green. Although it was already early autumn, there was no trace of autumn in the Ink Garden except for the blooming chrysanthemums. The garden was clean and spotless.

He asked her to pull over so he could grab a bouquet. Candice sat in the car and watched his back as he entered the shop, thinking—Could he be visiting a woman? Soon he came back. With a bouquet of… chrysanthemums? She thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. Who brings chrysanthemums to a hospital visit? When he got in, she peeked at the bouquet in the back seat. Oh wow. Actual chrysanthemums—yellow and white ones, too—wrapped in premium matte black paper. The whole thing screamed funeral chic.

I sat down on the quilted blanket which covered her bed and looked about, taking in her neatly organised dressing table, the pile of books next to the small armchair which faced the window, and the thick, leather bound book next to her bed. I picked up the book and stroked the leather cover before I flipped it open and stared at the pressed flower on the page - a daffodil. Flipping through the book I noticed the pages filled with pressed flowers of every type, their names written in elaborate writing beside them. No matter what had happened over the years, a piece of April still remained in Harley and that made me smile. My phone rang and I set the book back, answering the call.

Agatha answered as Alice and Adira took a few steps back to let her do her thing. They watched as Agatha casted her spell and Alice soon start feeling unusually uncomfortable, she looked at Agatha and it was as though something bad was about to happen to her. Valerie coughed as she flickered her eyes open but closed it back almost immediately as she fell into a deep sleep. “What was that?” Alice asked as she walked closer to Agatha. “It’s a rare powerful chrysanthemums, it can take down anything as it’s very poisonous and it’s supposed to be extinct.” She explained but that was not what Alice meant.

he asked, his voice already laced with suspicion. I exhaled, slow. My tongue felt too large in my mouth. “Page 117,” I said. He stilled. I didn’t need to explain further. He knew what I meant. Callum Thorne had a quiet obsession with the advanced alchemical theory texts Professor Zelda kept locked behind his desk cabinet—specifically, the first edition copy of Astrum’s Theory of Etheric Bloom Convergence, a book so dense it made most of the upperclassmen groan, and so rare that even the library kept only a facsimile. He’d spent months trying to get a full look at the annotations in the original margin notes—especially the ones on page 117, which were rumored to contradict modern interpretati