Hi Prologue, Hi Epilogue! I made you something.. ♥ A bouquet of paper flowers that will never wilt, that shows my love and appreciation for every aspect of you, inside and out... /hides behind bouquet as I hold it up to them aaa & there's a paper attached to tell the meaning of each flower
Prologue looks so tired, but he crouches down to you and smiles fondly. He reaches a hand out and carefully cups your cheek, past the flowers; a thumb caresses your soft skin there. "Thank you, my love." He whispers as Epilogue quietly takes the paper flowers. "Thank you for making us something so beautiful, just like you. Something we are allowed to keep." He speaks so gently, it feels a little sad. "I see the meanings in the ones you have picked to make for us and..." he chuckles a little, his eye looking glossy. "I... We feel the same." He whispers, and Epilogue smiles softly and openly. "My dear, will you come with us? To set them in a safe place in our room?" Prologue asks you, his hand on your cheek, and moves down to rest on your arm. "Please?" He stands, and his hand takes yours, loose, in case you want to pull away.
