I'm imagining the boy fell into bed, wracked with illness or an injury, but had no one to care for him... in time, he fell still.
But his time had not passed. The garden he cared for in life grew in through the window. As each plant gave a slice of itself, he too found life in his garden.
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I'm ngl I need it
someone wrote a really cool story in the replies though!
But his time had not passed. The garden he cared for in life grew in through the window. As each plant gave a slice of itself, he too found life in his garden.