Daisy
Innocence
It was simple. Small, and almost fragile. The perfect representation of the life the two of them had somehow created around each other. Leonard pulled the flower to himself, and let his fingers trace the petals, before easily tearing one of with a quick jerk. He crushed the small petal between his fingers, and tried not to think about how easily Chapel's own life could be destroyed with one quick snap. He placed the flower carefully in his draw to wilt, even though, he knew, he'd find some place to press the flower between books when he felt the need.













