Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-33528506-20180420181937/@comment-33863482-20180420223417

She took a bite of the piece of bread and then set it on the table. She decided to go out and tend to her plants. She walked outside with a glass of water and went over to tiny little flower struggling to get enough sunlight as the mountains of weeds and overgrown vines take it all. The plant looked like a sorry excuse of a flower. It reminded her of herself. She dumped the glass carfuly on the flower, careful not to let any of the greedy weeds get any. She never felt a need to get rid of the weeds. It’s not like anybody would care.