Eternal
He left one flower in her bag every day.
[ Roses are red ]
[ and violets are blue ]
Each one was pressed and preserved, dried so it would last forever. The type he would give varied almost daily and were usually simply what he would discover outside (as far as he could go, that is). Despite the snow, and no matter what month, he always seemed to find something to give to her.
[ each day I promise ]
[ to leave a flower for you. ]
After the first initial flowers, he would watch her reaction. Mostly, she was surprised at the sudden gifts, but she was mostly confused. He never left a note nor any way to discern his identity. She begun to assume it was a secret admirer.
In a way, she was right.
[ And if the day comes ]
[ where I leave only air ]
It soon became a daily ritual for the both of them. Micky would awaken and find the flower next to her, pressed but always cold like it had just been plucked from the outside itself. Sometimes she found one in her hair, or in a book; one showed up in her laptop and another was tucked into her uniform pocket. One was even taped to the back of her ID card.
They seemed to be everywhere and she had no clue how the flowers even ended up in most of those places, or how she didn't notice anyone putting them there.
[ know in your heart ]
[ that I still care ]
Even though it made little sense to her (who was possibly putting this much effort into showing affection? Should she be finding it vaguely creepy?), she accepted the silent gifts with a smile.
It did eventually make her somewhat excited to wake up and find where the flowers were hidden. She questioned friends to see if they recalled seeing anyone around her room or in her things. Even Weston denied anyone coming into the dorm. It left her puzzled, not entirely sure what was going on.
After awhile, she begun to assume it was actually just her friends leaving the small gifts and not admitting to it. The flowers were their way of cheering her up.
Albone never tried to tell her otherwise.
[ Roses are red ]
[ yet blood is, too ]
Curiosity got the better of her at some point, and she set up a camera to try and record if someone would come into her room or tamper with her things. Although she was sure the camera was set up correctly, nothing showed. The flower was left hanging from the lens of the camera.
Micky eventually stopped trying to figure it out and let it happen without question. But, time moved on and, soon, so did Micky. She left the academy and Albone found himself at a total loss. He didn't know where she went or why she did.
He fell into his own bout of depression that no one seemed to notice.
[ I died before saying ]
Yet, even still, he continued to leave flowers on what used to be her bed, what used to be her things. Weston had begun to throw them out and, soon enough, Albone gave up.
He didn't appear to anyone for a long time after that. Whether he ever truly got "over" her leaving, no one was sure-- but eventually he was back to his usual and brooding self.
Something still seemed off, but he never would admit otherwise.
Life moved on, but death never would.
[ that I... ]