Diabolik Thoughts

Flowers

You walked the familiar path towards his garden, walked to the same path that leads to none other than his own garden. You never understood how that violently rebellious vampire came to love gardening, but as you caught sight of the plants he gave all his passion to grow distance away,  you inwardly smile. That's just him. That garden meant the world to him, to you. This is where you used to, and still the place you'd spend time the most, where you'd plant together, where you'd harvest the very plants that were once seedlings. You'd eat the fruits, the vegetables you cultivate raw, and you love how he sometimes feeds you. This is where you'd bond, where intimacy would happen. That garden, is the place where you'd watch the plants, your relationship grow. But when you made it to his garden, it was different. It wasn't the garden you came to know. Gone were the plants, no trace left. All there is are flowers, a field of colorful flowers. Then you see him, you see Yuma, standing in the middle of them. Slowly you walked up to him, confused as you glance around your flowery surroundings. "Flowers for you." He whispered, referring to the field he planted for you.