Flower in the wait

She swore to keep him away from her mind, but every week there was something in the ambience that reminded her that crooked smile of him, and with that, an inevitable chain of memories dropped by her side.

Today was no different, a phone call pronounced his name, she rolled her eyes and answered as if nothing occurred. After hanging up, no tears came down her face, no butterflies or signs of anger, just this empty space right in the middle of her brain.

Now, the book of memories lies there, like a flower waiting for her death.