Himawari

Last night I had that nightmare again. My precious sunflower, withered, dead. Murdered.

I don’t know what to do anymore. I know it’s going to happen tonight, I just know. So I have to find the murderer first.

Oh, my sunflower, the light of my days. My loyal companion... Even in my darkest hour I kept nurturing it, and that’s all that kept me sane.

I don’t want it to die...

I don’t want to be alone...

I have to keep it alive.