[ The sounds of the forest seep inside, filling the space with sounds of life. Leaves rustling in the wind. The sound of an owl on the hunt. The faint noises of the life teeming outside rivaled the ones inside. ]
It wasn't home until you came here.
[ He utters softly, more to himself than Allen. ]
I wanted to give you something that was like you.
[ He explains, trying to work out his thoughts in proper order. The flowers were a representation. The beauty of life in a way he's always admired, at a distance. Too afraid of burning it, or watching it crack like ice. Allen didn't feel far. He didn't burn or crack and filled the four walls with life. ]
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It wasn't home until you came here.
[ He utters softly, more to himself than Allen. ]
I wanted to give you something that was like you.
[ He explains, trying to work out his thoughts in proper order. The flowers were a representation. The beauty of life in a way he's always admired, at a distance. Too afraid of burning it, or watching it crack like ice. Allen didn't feel far. He didn't burn or crack and filled the four walls with life. ]