“Wait… don’t do this.”
Death turned, face shrouded in darkness.
“You seem to believe that I have a choice.”
“Take this instead.”
“Where did you find this?”
“I grew it. Is it enough?”
“It is… acceptable.”
Death spoke only once more before leaving.
“You cannot keep me away forever.”
Do not lie to me…
If you fight, it will make this much harder.
Lor turned to look at the spectre, staring at the point where eyes should be.
“I just wanted her family to be able to say goodbye. It’s something I didn’t get with my own.”
The hooded figure faded away.
“Goodbye,” Lor murmured, turning back to his work. He slid his hand into his pocket, fingers ghosting over the three remaining flowers.
He should pick some more.