Flowers represent many different things.

Giving it to a loved one as a familial gesture.

Giving it to a partner or a person as a romantic gesture.

Sometimes, giving certain flowers as a threat or death threat.

Sometimes, they are used for a get well, a celebration, or a congratulations.

She uses them as a memory. They may be fake. But they still hold a memory.

A memory that the other has forgotten ....

This is one of her favorite memories.

One with her beloved, before they moved on.

Before she could of even blink.

They gave her plastic flowers so it wouldn't needed to be tended to and it wouldn't die.

Plastic, plastic and fake like they were.

They weren't always like that, happy at first, then became two-faced.

She's glad they're out of her life.

Not hurting her mentally.

Oh. How she wished to get rid of the plastic flowers.

But they hold so much meaning and love to her.

The fake, fake flowers.

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I honestly don't know what this is.

Im tired and Its not even late.

Uh, (not vent fic, again)

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