@sadhax
Not once in his life had he pictured that moment. When he met that strange, smiling boy that was always with his camera, never could he have imagined burying him. Even after all of the years they had spent together, he always assumed that he would pass first. Of course, it didn’t enter his mind before, buying flowers to place on his grave. If it were just a courtesy, he would have someone that works for him pick out the flowers -- But this time, it was a task he’d only leave to himself. He was going to make sure V liked his flowers. He hoped that he might regret leaving them so soon if he took a look at them. Maybe they’d make him want to take out his camera?
Bringing flowers to a ghost was very bittersweet.
As he stared at the opening of the florists, he realized that he was getting lost in sentimentality. That was not like him at all. He shook his head as if to shake away the sadness as he entered the store.
“I’m here to pick up a flower arrangement for a friend.”
