Aster.” He repeated the name, rolling it on his tongue. “What does it mean?”
“Patience. Remembrance. Sometimes… love after hardship.”
Aurelius blinked. The answer hung heavier than he expected. His gaze stayed on the flower, its quiet yellow glow against the worn wood.
Patience. Remembrance. Love after hardship.
He leaned back, smirk tugging at his mouth, trying to shake the weight. “Huh. Not bad for something so… plain.”
The word Aster repeated in his chest, sticking like pollen in his lungs.
And for the first time, he wondered if flowers might know more about people than people knew about themselves.
"It's my favorite...it's like you...."
he said half murmuring.
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