foxglove.
It is a very pretty flower, but it is also known as the ‘flower of death’ as it can cause heart failure and even death.
But do you know what this flower means?
as soon as, Passionate loveall.
Passion is a dictionary-registered noun that means ‘to love passionately’ or ‘to love with a joyful heart.’
I interpreted this as a painful thing, where love, although it may seem beautiful, happy, and pretty on the outside, ends up showing only each other's ugly sides and leaving only wounds.
My relationships, my relationships, have always been like that. What's that boredom? The moment it hits, we both disappear and break up, only to meet up and say goodbye, leaving the other person hurt. Friendships that end because of misunderstandings between friends and never resolve them. But it's not our fault that relationships, or relationships, end like this. Who could have predicted it would end like this?
So now, I'm terrified of meeting anyone. I hate being judged by strangers, I hate becoming obsessed with my friends, and I hate having someone cause discord between me and those around me, hurting us both. So I just stay home every day, so no one knows who I am. So I can live quietly.
But why do you keep hovering around me and taking interest in me? I helped you out once out of pity because you looked so similar to me when you were being treated by others, and that was the end of our relationship. But why do you keep coming to me with such a harmless smile? What am I supposed to do with you being such a pushover? It's so uncomfortable to see you being treated by other kids and then immediately running towards me, chirping like a chick. After all, you're no different from everyone else. People are all the same. I'm just going to throw you out later.
As I continued to spend my days like that, I suddenly got angry and asked her questions. I hated seeing her pretend to be so nice. I don't know what dark things she's hiding inside, but I hate how she always laughs and acts like everything in the world is happy. Why does she keep being so nice to me when she doesn't even like me and is just going to abandon me like everyone else anyway?
But even these words are accepted too innocently. Suddenly, he hugs me and says that I really want to cry, but he cries and tells me that I must have had a hard time. Then, he suddenly stops crying and opens his mouth with a very serious expression.
He says he'll make me happy or something. How can he possibly make me happy when he's neglected me until the wounds I've received have festered and rotted away? I ignore those words and go back inside. Today, too, I kicked out someone. The person who truly loved and adored me. So that I wouldn't be hurt. I didn't think about the pain my actions would cause others, and I ended up alone again. It was just me who was twisted. The one who hurt me was myself who didn't love myself, and I hurt others and became alone by making myself so. By the time I realized this and tried to turn back, it was already too late. The wounds I inflicted would have already been healed by someone else, and new skin would have grown.