They were planted in the garden, maybe ages before I came here.I wish I could say a simple thank you to the gardener.His/her work is to be put to use.Would he/she approve?Did he/she know?
It has been years since I saw them last.There is more than just the sea that divides us.Wish I were blessed to forget.But....wish...more, to see them again.Walking down the road has never felt so....tiring, and the all too familiar twinge of loss every time the phone beeps.The look of pity my parents lend me.But what do they know, the child who craved for pity is no longer inside.It's just a husk now.
You fix a broken toy.You give it a meaning however insignificant.....and then you walk away.
Some would break...some would hunt...some would just run away...
Ten berries ought to do it.Ten dark orbs that would take me away.A magician's cure indeed.
It worked.I saw them again.If only for one last.....time.....
"Looks like suicide,sir."
"Damn it,details."
"Male,age 17,cause.... poison....?"
"Poison...?"
"Yes boss, deadly nightshade.....Atropa belladonna...."
But don't add belladonna, my bella donna!