3.3.16

"You're like a daisy; you've been trod on and become so closed up with every gloomy day that passes, you need to focus on the brighter ones so you can bloom," he spoke as he twiddled a daisy between his fingers.

"A daisy?" I questioned, my voice hoarse and shaky and picking up on the wrong part of his statement.

"I'm here to help you flourish,"