I am a flower. A single flower among the beautiful fields and garden. All my life, I wanted to be the best and the brightest. I competed with multiple flowers, tried to outshine them-- all because I wanted to get the attention of certain someone. Desperately hoping that he will pick me and accept my blooming love for him. However, everything was made pointless. All of my 25 years of longing withered away together with me.

It is just that, before everything ended, I was overcome with regrets.

I prayed... One last time.

Let me live for myself instead.