Part 3 : Truth that Lies

I am. . sad. My flower, it is dying. I need to keep is alive but I cannot. I cannot bother nature more than I have by bringing this flower to my temporary home.

Temporary home, yes. An ally of nature has offered their home for me to stay in. He has a family. He helped to berid of the fire. He let me have a room to myself, an extra room in the house of unuse. That is where I am at the moment.

I am crying. Blinded by new tears that come when one is wiped away. How I wish to stop my flower dying. The kind family allowing my stay here has tried hard to comfort me. They even went to my old home in search of more natural life in the dust and fog. However they come back with none. I wish not to bring them sorrow and guilt. I don't like that. They go every week merely for me. Even if they know they'll turn empty handed. I want to smile, to bring my allies happiness, I know I can't however. Me not being happy is why. They say they won't stop until I am happy. But they aren't resting. They need sleep. But they refuse it. I cannot help anymore.