Sticks and... flowers

You wouldn’t understand what it’s like to be a flower. A flower in a field of grass. A flat stone lying with jagged rocks. A bright crystal amongst other stones.

“I think I would.”

She turns her head sharply at the new voice. “When did you get here?”

“I’ve been here the whole time,” He shrugs, “But I didn’t want to interrupt.”

She stares at him for a moment. How didn’t she notice him before? He suddenly stands out in the bed of sticks, stones and pine needles.

“What were you saying?”

“I think I understand what you’re going through.” He shifts slightly, as if mildly uncomfortable. “You don’t like standing out because—”

“I will die sooner.” She nods. “But how could you possibly understand? You’re not anything special.”

“Who are you to say I’m not special?” He replies; not with anger, but plain curiosity. “Someone might find me most appealing.”

He was plain. Didn’t have a bright color like her. Neither did he stand tall and proud.

“I hope someone finds me, actually.” He says, looking her in the eye this time.

“Why? You will die. How could you want your life to end so soon?” She turns towards him some more.

“I’m already dying. As we speak.” He smiles. She stills. “I want to make someone happy before I go.”

“Why? Don’t you make yourself happy?”

“Of course. But I don’t want to be alone forever.”

“You weren’t alone before, were you?”

“No. So you can understand why I miss it.”

“I never had anyone before.”

“Isn’t it amazing?”

“I don’t want you to die.” She whispers quietly.

“It doesn’t matter what you want. Life will always have its way.”

She looks at the ground.

“Don’t be sad. I’ll still be alive.” He chuckles lightly.

“How?” She looks back up at him.

“You’ll remember me, won’t you?”

“Of course, I will.” How would she be able to forget him?

“I make you happy?”

Happier than she’s ever been. “Of course.”

A boy comes running by them, searching for something. They don’t know what the boy is looking for until his eyes land on him. He makes eye contact with her, and she smiles.

“I will see you again.”

A girl comes running up to the boy, already holding a bundle that looks like her. The girl’s eyes land on her, and its his turn to give her a smile.

“Goodbye, flower.”

The girl’s hands are soft. The others beside her are nice. She feels the sun on her one last time.