The outline of the flowers he gave me are staring at me from their designated place by the window. The room is dark, but I can still see their droopiness, their total deadness. I find it sad that they're here as a reminder of him, but he is not.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
the flowers; h.s.
Hayran Kurguthe flowers are a symbol of her presence but his absence.
day fifteen
The outline of the flowers he gave me are staring at me from their designated place by the window. The room is dark, but I can still see their droopiness, their total deadness. I find it sad that they're here as a reminder of him, but he is not.