flowers wither, vases stay

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                     ᵕ 𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗲: ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ᴡɪᴛʜᴇʀ,

                                ᴠᴀsᴇs sᴛᴀʏ

                     ᵕ 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁: sʜᴏʀᴛ sᴛᴏʀʏ

                     ᵕ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 882

                     ᵕ sᴛᴏʀʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴘᴇʀsᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ

                         ᴏғ ᴀ ᴠᴀsᴇ

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#curatorreview

It‘s getting dark again. If I’m being honest, I don’t like when it’s dark. No, of course, it doesn’t make any major difference to me, but I already have limited vision range, the lack of any source of light definitely doesn’t help. Wait, there is that ball of light on the sky... what was it called again? Moon! Right! Yes, there’s moon, but it’s not enough.

Anyways, it‘s getting dark. But nothing is lost yet! I still can make out shapes and most of the colours so I suppose that will have to do for now. What time is it even? Shouldn’t she be back by now? Oh, I’m standing that way again, I can’t see the clock. There she is, I can see the handle moving. Maddison, that’s her name. I’m glad she came back home wearing a name tag once, I would hate not to know her name. I’ve known Maddison for quite some time and, although I did not know her name for most of it, I’ve grown to like her. She is a pretty person, but she seems tired very often, tired and sad. I’m not entirely sure what causes it, but I have a few ideas. She is a good person though, always makes sure I’m all clean and no spiders try to make me their home. Yeah, I’m really glad I got to learn her name.

She is coming back from work, probably, I don’t know what is it that she does for a living, but I think it is pretty stressful. She always comes back exhausted, sometimes crying or with evidence of tears that had to be freed earlier that day. It’s confusing, but she must love her job regardless. I’m sure of it.

I can see what she’s holding even before she actually enters the apartment. Flowers. I’m sure if I were a human, I would sigh now and roll my eyes. Don’t get me wrong, I love flowers, of course I do, how could I not love them? But when Maddison enters the flat with flowers, it, sadly, always means the same. That /he/ will be the next person entering this place. She enters, smiles, and starts walking towards me. There he is, just behind her, now closing the door. I was right, I hope one day I won’t be though.

Maddison placed the flowers on me... um, in me? I guess. They were nice, some yellow-white bouquet, at least there is that. She then discards her coat and says something to the man who already did get rid of his jacket. Of course he did, whenever he is here he treats this place as if it’s his own. Well, it isn’t. It never will be, at least not as long as I’m alive, hm, it’s probably better to say as long as I’m standing. I can’t say I know who he is precisely. I don’t know his name nor do I know what it is that he wants, but I do know that I don’t like him. He radiates bad energy, I don’t like the way he looks at Maddison. I really don’t. But well, despite my genuine attempts, Maddison still lets him back here. Sure, because who would listen to a vase standing on their table, right?

Some time ed, I can’t tell how much exactly as I can’t see the clock, which I already mentioned. Judging by the fact that right now it is completely dark outside, I would say an hour or two. I can’t see neither Maddison nor the brunette man, they moved further into the apartment, consequently out of the way of my vision. Some angle you found for me, Maddison, huh?

There is the man back. He is... angry? I think? He seems to be screaming and is throwing his hands all around him. He’s heading for the exit, I see. And he left, closing the door loudly I believe, at least according to Maddison’s reaction, she jumped slightly as the door closed. I can only see her back for now, wait she’s moving. Right, she went to lock the door.

And she is turning around and... oh, what happened? She is clearly upset, no, upset is an understatement. She is crying, sobbing. Her hand covering her mouth. Her make up is smudged, her normally pale cheek red, there’s something red on her lips. Is it blood? I’m not sure, put that hand down woman! Well, I guess my theory will remain just that, a theory.

Oh no, she’s crying even more now. She’s leaning heavily against the door, sobbing uncontrollably. I would do anything to make her smile again, I doubt there’s anything I can do though. Perks of being a vase, it’s really frustrating.

Oh, she got up and went to her bedroom, a bit clumsily, but it will do. The lights went off. As I mentioned, I don’t like darkness, but I honestly don’t mind it now. Apparently Maddison can only sleep when it’s dark, it’s something I learned quite some time ago but can’t understand till this very day. It doesn’t matter though, nothing else matters. Just go sleep Maddison. Go sleep and get better.

I just hope you won’t make the same mistake as last time, and the time before that...

If anyone read this, thank you! I found this really nice prompt that said to write a story from a common object’s perspective, so that I did. I thought it would be something really interesting to do and I’m not gonna lie, I enjoyed it! I hope you enjoyed reading as well, although it’s quite bittersweet story.

is highly appreciated!

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