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TW: BADLY WRITTEN ANGST, BAD PACING, advised to read slowly
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A flower that turned to the sun looking for light, much like that child who turned to him all the time.
But the Sun kept setting again and again,since no matter how many days, there'll always be nights
Forced to turn away from the sun that sets, the child takes a turn and looks for its nest. As the unknowing sun sleeps once more, not knowing that he'll rise into a dark galore..
Oh.. The Sunflower Days that was long forgotten, with only the memory of the pain that was begotten... So we retell this story as clear as can be, as we have only heard a small part of this story...
There once was a time, where they got along, holding hands as if nothing could go wrong, a time where the sun set, yet not leaving behind a huge threat
A time where he wasn't the only flower, who didn't look at the sun with such horror, but now such things are only a pipe dream, because who knew he would change in such a whim..
During the Sunflower Days, no one was safe, no villains or victims could keep from the gaze. The Sun who shone too bright and The Flower who kept facing it, both were just children tainted by fate...
A kid who embodied the sun,a bright child whose life had just begun. Not believing at all in the phrase of the cat who died to none, and even if he did it was worth the run
But bright children attract attention, creating an unresolved tension, so even with the pros, there will always be cons, and so therefore, he was shunned..
The Sunflower Days weren't kind, they were days of hope and a prayer for redemption, but it seems that the Gods payed no attention..
Oh, Dear Flower,tell me, whom did you hold close? The past of your Sun has come to cease, yet you hold on to your woes.. You ponder each day, the day he changed, yet everything leaves you in a disarray
Time and time again, life proves to you, what you wish for is a miracle. Not just something repairable. Your brothers have abandoned you not long ago, leaving behind an invitation to their home, yet you ignored it as if it was unknown..
The Sunflower Days would continue to replay, like a broken recorder who skips some plays. Its a forgotten musical piece, that wont ever let them rest in peace...
Oh.. Our dearest Sun, tell me, was that meeting like a devils contract? The chains that bound you would never crack, where only by death would it ever detach.. As if a puppet being moved through strings, you were manipulated, not free.
They twisted your bright personality, into a cold rational anomaly. Everywhere you went, pain followed like a storm, unintentionally or not, it was always borne. Your kin have all fled because of this, yet a single one stayed, but you weren't grateful, instead, afraid..
The Sunflower Days was unlike its name, a flower that meant happiness, used to show lives falseness, and how it became endless..
The flower did not crumble and stayed thoughtful, as if it could bring back his suns laughter, even if its been much longer. He mourned someone who was still alive, yearning for the past that has long died.
But as time slips by, the more dead he feels inside, whether it was due to the words that flew by, or that mistake where he broke the only thing that was truly thys.. and for once, he glanced at that letter, dialing an unknown number..
The Sunflower Days.. they'd always lead to an unexpected conclusion, and only then do they realize, their hope had long been a delusion...
Standing in the middle of an empty garden, stood the reason for its ruin, Regretting his choice of illusion, not knowing how to be human. He knows what he did was cruel, but he didn't know he'd wake up into his harsh truth.
The silence a sharp reminder of his mistake, born through his own making, where everyone has him forsakened, and now he can only lie in his consequences.. one he forsaw since he was first mistakened
The Sunflower Days.. they've long been lost in the sea of regrets, but they continue to replay like a broken memory, forever reminding them of the past they had long tried to bury, because even in death, it would always be regressed..
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