A lot had happened over the last couple of months and there were some things she was ready to talk about… others, not so much.
A black ink pen sat near the flowers, the dark color still drying on the tags that had come with them. She’d debated on making new ones, using her dusty, calligraphy skills and putting the old talent to use but as soon as she’d sat down to write down the owner’s names, her muse had lost itself in the sorrow of the moment.
There was a letter, tucked away in her nightstand drawer that she’d almost had memorized by heart. A farewell letter that she hadn’t seen coming, the words… cryptic, almost. It didn’t make sense, such a sudden flight away. A loss of communication - a clean cut away from her.
She had been hesitant to letting people into her life and somehow or another they had tumbled into her world without permission, without warning, without preparation.
Rory’s flower was the first to be picked up, the petals gingerly brushed with her fingertip as she smiled faintly at it. She hadn’t spoken with the young girl in some time but she hoped the silence meant she was well. The last she’d seen her, she was busy with her new beau - young love at its finest. If the young man didn’t treat her right, Jules would be the first in line to rip his starseed straight from his chest.
Setting the flower down, she picked up the next one.
Sweet Joey - her “hero” from work. It was probably too encouraging to give him a flower, not when he was trying so hard to flirt with her. He could do so much better - find someone younger, more equipped for family life. More capable of family life. Then again, she very well might have destroyed that chance for him as it was…
And Isaac, handsome, gentlemanly Isaac. She’d gotten so swept up in her Negaverse duties that she’d lost touch with him but there was hope that a pretty blue flower would remind the gentleman of her presence. Of her friendship.
Dallas, on the other hand…
Jimmy Wayne Dallas probably didn’t give two hoots about a silly flower but he was getting one out of principle. There was no doubt that he’d be moseying around at some point in the near future - and he’d better come with flowers of his own, if he knew what was good for him.
That left one lonely flower on the table, one with a name carefully written on the tag for eyes that would never see it.
Jules knew it was silly to even buy her one, especially when she’d taken off like she had. No formal goodbye, no face to face confession. Just a cowardly letter abandoning the older woman who’d thought… who’d thought for a moment that…
It didn’t matter what she thought. She wasn’t cut out for having a family, Jack had made sure to let her know that and this was just a fresher reminder of that fact.
Closing her eyes, fingers entwined with the delicate leaf before leaving the flower on the counter, moving the others to rest in a vase until the day came she’d deliver them to their proper owner.
All except hers, of course.
To Rory:
Nuxaz
To Isaac:
Shanyume
To Joey:
Nuxaz
To Dallas:
Pixie Nyxie
To Knot:
Lucyal
