No Questions Asked

[victorianflorist]

You cut some more grass clippings, scooping the dry, desiccated pieces up and dumping them into her palm. They simply become dust, blowing away gently in a quiet breeze. glance up at the face of the statue, its eyes bore into you, staring into you. You're filled with a profound emptiness, you sense that you can GIVE her something. But you will not get it back. You've had something similar TAKEN before, but she is asking. Begging.