"We have to make up for all of those setbacks." I pout, getting up. "Starting with those stupid flowers that save people..."
"The ones by the river." I say, smiling darkly as I take his hand, leading him out of the house. "They can heal people."
I grin, all the flowers setting on fire except for the one I saved in my hair. "Now nobody can use these..." I mutter, tossing the ashes into the wind, watching them fly away.
( oh Angie) (did you google it yet? ) I continue to sing, making sure there isn't a bright thing left in the dream.