His Little Flower (Felix and Flora) novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119 

the mista Tawah member 

lisa bilar of girdi and yellow, the late allement mon casting long shadows 

bool, water sted familiar, was faced with mine, his Hemodi absentmindedly 

ladiesing in my stomach. Today, we were on 

that world for the core, fait l’il parer dared to go for the cemetery where all 

weight of sken geli cel the hombict used nomy sonde to plans tide trip, a single glance fee is in the quiet of the morning had sealed 

My gee wed to the passing scenery 

aled, a way to finally move in from the Tragedy. 

had been that day. 

Telix spirered no hand, a silent reassurance, In that side, I knew Tvmild fusally lay some 

It wouldnt la envy, but with him by my 

e countery. 

arkly, I remembered folding my mom’s hand here. 

staraling. Taking a deepi lavalls, I followed him out, legs feeling heavy with a mix 

belis led me through the moner of wh 

steady anchor. My step fallered, Init fapulckly steadied myself. 

Înaisdies casting a grutte shade. Eiched The striple headstone were the words: “Cara 

Hose White Beloved Mothes, Friend, and Sister, Alvorys Hemmerlin.” 

Teats welled by my eyes, bibining the fiscription. A lifetime of Invigst, las way the word aloial. Yet, hese she was, finally a tim 

alior. My wedding she’d never attrist. My gumbation betrayed by the man she loved. 

dint the and manswered questions swidded within me. Mom. It felt strange, almost 

now and unlitered, washed over nar. It wasnt just the loss, but the missed moments olda’t be at. Her diemin of moving to Greece when she turneil 50. My mother had died 

Felix kachi beside me, his as cinching my trembling body, the lidt try to talk, simply held me close. My body melted into his, 

Letting the tears flow freely, I allowed myself in natin the modber I had lost. 11 was a poloful but necessary release, a first step on the long rond of healing 

Antarting silence settled between us after the tears lund subsided. Fells squeezed my hand one last timar, Tl be here by the car, he whispered, his 

Thank yon, Iraked, the words thick with cother. 

With a mud and a reassuring smile of his misit, he furned and walked away, leaving in alone with the whispering wind and the memory of my mother. 

Man, Ebegan, my voice barely above a whisper. “It Hot Inally came to see yo 

esence, a sense of prase that soothed the rave ache in my chest. 

I resounded the schürbeid of the past few monddo, my voice trembling 

bei abunt bells, the man whord saved my life, whod stood by me Litescilled how he, alongside his father, had avenged her death. A littersweet feeling flooded me 

lastice had been served, but it couldn’t bring her back. 

Tears welled up again, but this time with a tinge of joy. “I’m happy, Mons,” I confessed, surprised by the truth of it. “Happy in a way I never thought I could be. I miss you every single day, but I know you wouldn’t want me to be sad.” 

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the tree overhead, sending a single white flower fluttering down. It landed softly on the headstone, a silent tear from the heavens. I picked it up, its delicate petals cool in my hand.