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Michelle walks in. "Sorry to interrupt, but did you order flowers, or can you check with Arthur if he did?". I look at her arms, and she is holding a small bouquet of a white, pointy flower. Mary gasps. "Lotus flowers. They're beautiful. But I don't think Arthur would have picked them out for me. He knows my favorite are Daffodils". I suddenly get an idea and start googling on my phone. Lotus flowers are the flower of knowledge. Rose found something.

She snorted. "Wait here." She said before scurrying off to retrieve a flower. Moments later she came back with a wide grin spread across her lips. "What are these called?" She retrieved flowers from behind her. It had yellow disk florets at the middle surrounded by white delicate petals and a contrasting glossy like a green leaf hanging from the tiny stem. "That's a Lilly." He replied enthusiastically. Aurora shook her head and said. "Tell me Fredrigo, why are you here? And don't lie about it."

Deliberately, carefully, with skill and sustained effort. And underneath it, held so tightly it was barely present, held the way you held something at the bottom of a current with both hands and all your weight, something else entirely. Something that smelled of open ground after rain and running cold water and the particular clean-iron scent that belonged to a bloodline with significant age in it. Not warm-blooded. Not the human register. Something older than both, something that had been here before the categories existed and had continued regardless. I pulled back and looked at her face.

"I failed!" Little did I know the evening would take forever to come. .............................................. Author's POV A tall, handsome, rich-looking man stared at the flowers for hours. He was deep in thought while resting one elbow. Then the lady working there approached him. She cleared her throat, gaining his attention. "Sir, how can I help you?" "Oh, well, I want to buy flowers for a girl." "Can you describe her a little?" "Well, She is lively and beautiful." "Umm... In that case, I think you should go with sunflowers. They're a symbol of positivity and also a great choice for the woman you love."

Just his eyes burning into mine. He was for a fourteen year old. I let him into my life, he held on the bumpy ride. I put up my first flower on the wall that day, next to a butterfly. It was a rose.

Suddenly, a bright red flower appeared in the wooden box. The flower was about the size of an adult's palm, and its shape was similar to that of a person's palm. However, the stamen in the palm seemed to be a human face. If you looked carefully, you could tell the eyes, nose, mouth and other facial features. More importantly, as the wooden box was opened, an extremely fierce, ferocious, cruel, and bloody aura burst out from the flower! In the depths of the flower, there seemed to be a battlefield of fighting.

He said, "Uhmm…" I hummed, "One more thing, can you suggest a good sensitive flower that can brighten someone's day up perfectly just by the first sight," I ignored the curious scowl on Vitali's face, "Well, good timing because after our last visit to Kristen's home I took an interest in flowers," He smiled suggestively, I nodded interestingly, "That is nice, so what do you suggest?" "I suggest Lobelia, Lavender, and Mountain Rose Succulent. These two are perfect." He said,

As I ventured deeper, the forest seemed to close in around me, like its trees were growing at a rapid rate to suffocate whoever trespassed. With my dagger, I carefully carved a path for myself, then I stumbled upon a clearing, bathed in a soft light that seemed to emanate from one of the very flowers I needed. The colors were vibrant, surreal, and the petals glistened with dewdrops. Taking a step closer, I marveled at one of the flowers of the seven I needed to find, a delicate Rose, just like my name. From what I heard, it was a rare species that only bloomed under the light of the full moon. I reached out, hesitating for a moment before plucking it gently, careful not to harm the plant. Ho

“If it’s another dead animal, I’m lighting you on fire.” “Lesson learned,” I muttered, then revealed the flower. A single flamepetal, its orange-red glow still faintly pulsing. “Rare, sacred to witches, grows only during solstice droughts. I had to hike halfway up Blackthorn Hill to get it.” She blinked. “You brought me a flamepetal?” “Well,” I said. “I didn’t climb a hill for my health.” She crossed her arms. “So is this flirting or apologizing?” “Both,” I said without missing a beat.

“Ms. Jensen, your partner and the kids are amazing. You’re really lucky. “Your arm would have been fine with just some ointment. But they insisted you stay in the hospital and took care of you the whole time.” Moon smiled. Pride shone in her eyes. Julian walked in with the two boys. He handed her the bouquet he was holding, and a warm smile spread across his face. “Your discharge papers are ready. The boys picked these flowers this morning. Congratulations on getting out of the hospital!” Zayden and Yannick leaned in on either side. “Ms. Jensen, look! There are still dewdrops on the flowers!” “Ms. Jensen, these flowers are as pretty as you!”