flowers die just as we

In her absence, Ei wonders if perhaps all the flowers Makoto had given her throughout the years were a message; she wonders if they were a sign, a signal, flowers that bloomed and died alongside the wind.Something…Something she didn’t know. … Something she never got to say.All she knows is that she’s gone, now; her bed lies cold and empty, and now she’s the only left, and her flowers are pressed tightly against the pages of a book Yae let her borrow once, stuck on a shelf, forever to be left unread.