"What is it that you see in me? Little boy, I am just a wilting flower. There is nothing good left in me. Stop your attempts, they are futile," Zinnia said noticing his gaze again, making sure not to meet his gaze as always.
"Oh hear me now Zinnia."
"From the moment I left the comfort of our home, there has always been a little voice screaming, begging, pleading for me to just be with you."
"To just look at the burning garden behind us and tell you everything will be alright."
"Oh, see me now Zinnia! Answer me Zinnia! Why is it that you won't meet my gaze? Did I hurt you? I'm sorry if I have, I didn't mean to... I'm young, I'm dumb, you have to tell me what I've done."
"Not once have you looked up at the clouds. Did the Sky hurt you? Do you really think you aren't meant to bask in the light of the sun that the Sky holds within itself? Oh please, please let me be your light. Teach me, tame me! Tell me how to be the light meant for you."