Journal of anime ramblings, fiction works and reflections
He came here everyday. To watch her garden. He never understood why she always wore that long white dress – the hem was always dirtied by the damp earth – nor why she never wore shoes. Her golden hair reflected the sun’s radiance as she moved. She saw him and fled; hiding herself within the rotting walls of her garden house. But the next day, she invited him in; no longer frightened by his presence.
She gave him a sunflower. The next day, a red chrysanthemum and kissed him. The warmth of her company contrasted the coldness of her fingers when she tenderly touched his face, and her lips when she kissed him. But he didn’t question it. He loved her.
His wife noticed the pattern. His long hours away from home; his distance from her when he returned in the night. And the flowers. She questioned him and he told her of the gardener. The widow who had died a year ago. She told him but he wouldn’t believe her. They argued that night, and he left; to escape to the comfort of her cold arms. But she wasn’t there. Neither was the garden.
He woke the next day and saw a forget-me-not beside him, on his pillow. He knew he hadn’t imagined it all.
A/N: So today as I did my little research while doing this story, I learnt a lot about flowers and their meanings. I like them now. Growing up, I hated flowers – especially roses- I don’t know why. But now I want to have my own little garden house in the future. I tried a different writing style from my usual, it still looks a little strange to me. But otherwise, I hope you enjoyed the story. Have a good day or night, and a chrysanthemum :).