Everything seemed to change so much. Fiore remembered the days when she came here with her sister, just smiling and tending to the plants . . . but of course, that was before the accident that took her life. It was supposed to be a nice day at a zoo, but someone had to cut off her dad while he had been driving, and then came the loud sounds of glass shattering and cars rolling . . . Fiore didn't remember much afterwards, just the fact that her sister had been dead, and her father was injured. She hoped that he was doing okay at the house, now with a caretaker after him. She seemed nice enough, but she couldn't help but desire the life that happened before the accident. "Everything is so pretty here . . . Just like before."
She approached the strawberries, and some of the plants around them, and knelt in front of them. They were still blooming and hopeful, with a promise of being bloomed before plucked away and eaten. She rubbed her eyes, soaking the sleeves of her shirt in her tears. She bit her lip, and took a deep breath before gazing at the sky. She truthfully didn't want to return here, especially not with her dad in such a state. Her caretaker said that she'd watch over him though, and she soon met a satyr who took her back to the camp for the summertime. It should have been exciting for her to see everyone, but she just felt lifeless. She didn't eat much, didn't say much, didn't do much. She simply allowed herself to be away from the Hermes cabin to explore. The plants always calmed her, even just a little bit, and she didn't want to be in a cabin as dingy as Hermes, though she told herself that she didn't mind it too much. I hope he's doing okay . . .
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