The boy brushes past her, without bothering to apologize. He didn't want to talk to her, not even a single word because he just didn't want to talk to anyone at this point. She continued walking, a grimace forming on her face. Just a year ago, he was whispering sweet nothings in her ear, trying to convince her to eat and spend time with people. Now she doesn't even exist in her world, or so she thinks. Even though she meant nothing to him anymore, she knew she couldn't be angry with him because he had a reason to feel that way. He finally reaches his destination. Their tree. She had just left this tree and her scent was in the air. He wanted her back. He wanted to play with her hair again, and he wanted to stand there while her blades swirled through the sewers. But it was too late because he had failed, and now he was broken. She walks with no destination in mind while he sits in the shade of the tree. She finally decided where she wanted to go, back to the tree, where she knew it would be. “Hello,” she mumbled as she sat down next to him, under their tree. “Hey,” he said dryly. , cracked and hoarse. She wondered why he looked like that. "Sorry," she said, turning to him, her once always happy expression replaced by weariness and despair. “Why sorry, he croaked, and when did she realize it?” she did what she did, he broke. "I put all my problems on your shoulders. I didn't even ask you how you felt, I broke you. I forgot that I was all you had and yet I tied the rope and I kicked that chair away; I left you here in this cruel, cruel world that I knew you feared." "But, I'm sorry," he muttered. " "I dropped you... in the middle of a paper... you. I forgot that I was all you had and yet I tied the rope and kicked that chair, I had left you here in this cruel, cruel world that I knew you feared. " "But I'm sorry," he muttered. "For what? » she mocked. “I let you fall apart, then I dropped the remaining pieces of your soul onto the cement so they could shatter. I broke you before you broke me. » “I guess you're right, Khalil. » Then the girl's ghost fled the scene and sat crying under what was once their tree but now it was crimson red. A crimson red that was the same color as the blood that would soon spill onto the remaining dandelions in a field of roses, daisies, and catsyas. A sweet dandelion always loses its seeds, once petals that are stories blown across the world every time. lawn, so everyone can have the choice of getting rid of dandelions or cherishing their unique beauty.