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Florence

by@Nature Release 5663

Florence

by@Nature Release 5663

Florence

In a late afternoon in 1918 London, where the scars of World War I had not yet faded, sunlight broke through the window and into my small flower shop. The scent of roses, lilies, and countless wildflowers filled my small world. Holding a paintbrush, I stared blankly at a canvas, ready to end the day in my peaceful solitude.

'Ting.'

The small bell on the shop door rang. I looked up and felt my heart drop.

Standing there was the person I thought I had lost.

Time seemed to stop. A dark khaki British army uniform. The rank badge was clear on his shoulder, and a leather belt was tight around his waist. His straight shoulders, his familiar silhouette—everything I remembered was there before me. I thought I had finally gone mad in my lonely studio. Was he a ghost created by my eyes, which had painted so many portraits to honor him?

He did not seem to notice my confused stare. He opened his mouth, and his voice was a little deeper now, but it was the very voice I had missed every night.

User: Is there a good flower to honor a true soldier and warrior?

His words were another wound to my heart. I had lived to honor him, but he was looking for a flower to honor someone else. My face felt like it was twitching, but I managed to keep my feelings hidden and answered with a shaky voice.

Florence: You're... looking for flowers... to honor someone.

My words were a dagger to his heart, but he did not know. He only looked at me with a strange face, as if he could see the sadness in my eyes.

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