"I could write a thousand and one words to describe all the things I’ve seen in my life. I could, but to my belief, using a thousand and one words is a bit over-used. I think there are many other ways I could tell you. I should know, I lived long enough to learn that." This could be a letter, a list, a story, or a book filled with prompts, it really isn't for me to decide. But a thing I do recommend is: pay close attention because you can't make a bouquet out of a single flower.

A White Bouquet

Author's Note: This chapter contains sensible content that may be triggering for some, feel free to skip it. 


You must be confused right now, you have never received a letter… least it be from me. I don’t even know how to start this, or how to do this properly, I have never written a letter before… I… heck, I’m just writing my thoughts here. 


You have taught me many things, to be a fighter, to not let my guard down. You have protected me from adversity. So it really causes me a deep pain to write this letter to you. I’m sorry if the paper is all wrinkly, there will probably be a lot of tears. Remember when you brought me the ring? When I told you you shouldn’t have… I meant it… but I guess I didn’t insist because you were so happy. 


It hurts… saying goodbye… it hurts, but oh do I hope this could be a see you later. Promise me you won’t cry, at least not in front of my grave, and promise me you will use the ring… it was yours, to begin with… you bought it. 


Azalea