Chatterbox: Inkwell

Vent story

Irises wilted on top of the hill, giving their life for my existence… I-I feel so bad. Did it really take dying Irises to make me appear? No- I remember all the times I had appeared before this, all the times I had seen these flowers alive and well. We played and laughed, and I helped these Iris flowers grow… At least, I thought I did. Now these beautiful flowers were wilting before my eyes, and I couldn’t do anything. I didn’t have any of the tools to fix them, I didn’t have any time to fix them, and it’s tearing me apart. Could I have stopped this? I bet I could’ve, but why didn’t I? Please, I just want to know… Why didn’t I save these flowers? Maybe if I go back to the shed and dust off my old gardening tools, then I can save them. I know these flowers can grow to be something beautiful, I know it… I just need to do better. I did my best then, but that’s not enough. I need to ignore my human nature to feed these beautiful flowers. I need to make things better, even if I have to flood the dirt of my garden with my own crimson blood.

I’m sorry, Iris, I care about you so much… But I guess I didn’t show it enough. Please, let me fix my neglect… Please, don’t die.