Love is nothing but an illusion of the greatest kind. A beautiful lie told to children, to us, to everyone through fairy tales. Some continue to believe in them till they grow up and are faced with reality.

Then there are those, who still believe in it despite everything and then there's the third type the one who never got to know about it and I lie in the third category.

I was never taught love, never showed love from the start. I don't know how to show it but there are those for whom, I don't even need to try.

Sometimes looking at some people makes me feel something called emotions. Emotions which can be called happiness, joy and love. I usually only feel emotions when I meet one of them, one of the flowers.

You see every person is like a flower in their own right but just like flowers their are some which are undiscovered,un-appreciated for their beauty, for their pain, for their soul and for their very existence.

These people, I call them flowers. The thing with these people is when I find them. I start to love them but eventually the feeling becomes something more, something more darker, something like obsession.

It bothered me a lot the first time I met one of them, I almost lost control of myself and you know what is the most stupidest thing about that situation?

It is the fact that I thought and believed that she was someone I loved. Someone so important that I nearly considered giving up something very important for her. My killing urges.

No one has stayed with me from the start. Whether it be my family or those so called friends. The only people who stayed with me were those who were also abandoned like me and my killing urges.

I even gave up on them for a while before, they returned back to me in full swing and all it took was for her to cut her palm accidentally. Some parts of that memory still live in my head vividly and some so blurry that I can't remember what happened in them.

I remember talking to her while making dinner. I was boiling water for pasta and she was cutting a cabbage for the salad she loved to eat. I don't remember what I said that made her laugh so much but I remember her laughing hard and then her screaming and looking at her hand as if she saw something that scared her.

I had been shocked and confused till I had seen her hand which was bleeding. Her blood dripped from her cut, to her forearm and then on the ground as she clutched her palm and bought it towards her chest while crying and screaming in pain.

She was bleeding a lot but instead of getting worried or shocked at the amount of blood. I just stood there as I felt something stir inside me. Something that slowly started to take control of me. I felt excited as if I had just remembered something I had forgotten for a long time.

Isn't it funny? The person who reminded me of something important to me was the same person for whom I wanted to forget it for. What happened next was a blur. I remember picking her up while she was crying and taking her to the basement. While,whispering soothing words to her.

Then I had tied her wrists by the chains on the wall. While, she thrashed around and screamed something at me and well after that all I remember is lots of scream, blood and the feeling of satisfaction and happiness coursing through me.

I remember getting to know later that she had some condition which prevented her blood from clotting on wounds. I don't remember what it was called because when her crying mother was telling me this. I was busy trying to hide my smile and crying. So, I looked like a boy whose girlfriend got killed by wild animals.

I remember when I came back to my senses I was covered in blood so was the wall and the person in front me. She was long dead, I had known that for a while but I couldn't stop myself because of the thrill I got to experience after a long time.

I don't regret dealing with her nonsense even though half of the times, I was deluded enough to think I loved her. Now, when I think back to those times I can't help but wonder how I survived with her constant nagging and nonsense.

The later steps of dealing with her body were easy as I already knew what to do. The feeling of happiness and satisfaction didn't leave me for a while even after weeks of her death.

Her name had the same meaning as dahlia's her name wa- thud a loud noise brings me back from my wandering thoughts to the present as I look at the person sitting in the chair behind the table and the man standing next to him throwing a packet filled with white powder on the table causing a loud sound to echo in the otherwise quite room.

"200g of the stuff you asked for." the man sitting in front of me says as he takes his cigarette out of his mouth and blows the smoke before putting it back. I take an envelope out of my pocket before putting it next to the packet.Grabbing the packet, I put it in my bag and stand up.

"Thank you, as always Rick" I say, without waiting for a reply, I put my earphones in my ears and take my phone out of my pocket before starting the music and walking out of the building.

Today was quite a pleasant day even though nothing fun happened today. The school was boring as usual and the basketball practice nearly made me slam the ball in someone's face.

Realising I had already walked a block away from the den. I turned and entered the park. It was a shortcut to where my car was. I take off my headphones and put them on my neck and continue walking. I come across some children playing hide and seek, an old couple sitting on a bench an- my brain stops working as I watched her.

Her long brown hair were tied in a ponytail, her big eyes were wide open as her hand covered her mouth as she laughed at something she saw on her phone. She laughed for a while before her face turned sad.

She was still very pretty. I wonder how many years it has been since then? Since the promise she made me.

What is she doing sitting on a park bench. Laughing when it's going to be night soon. Does she even remember me or our promise? Should I approach her?

I stood there watching her like a creep and maybe I was who knows? Despite everything I can't help but be curious about her.

What does she like now? What does she hate now? Is it really her?

I thought she died back then but lucky me I guess. She looks so broken now. People might not notice but I can because I have dreamed for so many years of crushing that spirit, that's why it doesn't make me happy at the slightest to see her already like that.

Back then she was my flower and she was supposed to be my only flower but it seems heaven's have their own plans.

As I stood there watching her, lost in my thoughts. I failed to notice a young girl approaching her until she was standing behind her and shaking her. My flower takes her headphone off and looked at the girl before talking to her about something.

Trying to listen to their conversation, I walked on the sidewalk approaching them slowly. So, it looked like I am taking a walk. Their voices became more clearer as I approached them.

"Come with me! I know she screamed at you but you know she loses herself at times." The girl says, staring at my flower.

"But it doesn't give her the right to scream at me like that! I have had enough." my flower shouts, her voice as beautiful as I remember.

"C'mon, Esme forgive her this once! She's your mother after all!" The girl says, but I couldn't process her next words.

Esme

It really is her, I wasn't wrong. It makes me so happy.

She lived till now, even if it was because of a promise she doesn't even remember because nothing matters anymore because I'm here to remind her, about everything.

She is back. My flower was back after disappearing for 7 years.

"I hope she's ready for what's coming.."

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~Mei