Withering Flowers
It was a very rainy day, unlike all the others. Water was pounding harshly against the water as thunder crashed violently against the water. Tension and despair was bundled all into one room, eating everyone up as the sense of vermilion coated eyes that were dripping crystal clear tears. The only question was, why were they like this?
All of them together in the clinic, the same feeling and aura emitting from each and every one. Nothing but sadness and pain existed in them on that very day, it's as if the happiness was vacuumed out and deposited elsewhere; awaiting to be returned to the unwavering hearts of all the Chaleur members.
Blanche rested on the bed, her face clustered in droplets of tears. Beside her was Artus her husband, shaking in the inevitable feeling of fear. Melodina, Serenity and Charles stood neatly in one row. Serenity's head was down with a frown evident on her face, tears descending from it as well. Charles tried to keep his posture but even he had his head down and an upturned smile. Melodina was looking at the children beside her, Yilvana and Hunter clutching at her side. Grandfather Eunice was cradling little Gerald in his comforting arms. Whilst Jeanette and Erikhart were reassuring one another. Martina was stood confused and tired at the doorway.
All of them were praying and hoping for the same results, hearts and mind as one. But the bliss flowers petals were withering, down to its final, vibrant floral uniqueness.
They walked out of the gloomy facility, it was if there personality and capability was shattered into pieces. Together the family stepped, their hearts still beating as one being. Until Melodina and Blanche step away, and find themselves on the grassy terrain of the Regalian Park. Both of them staring, lost in thought as the lake rippled when the rain dived down onto the pond.
The two of them looked at the sky, looking at every single person walk by, looking at each other, then a man who looked well kept asked how the two were. They both exchanged the circumstances and they all sat down, looking up as the sunlights beams were dividing the grey ominous clouds of the sky and their minds. All night the three talked and laughed. The next day was when they departed with a happy memory, but something also departing was the last petal on the decaying flower, it danced its way into the stream as the three walked down their own paths, just like the withering flower.
