After weeks of conspiring in hate, they decided to decorate her back with knives and blood and left her dying; Bleeding, sitting alone in the pool of her own blood. Before they left, they stopped and marvel at their work- their own dreadful piece of art. In their eyes, her condition was very suitable and appealing; She was immediately labeled as their masterpiece in betrayal.
They finally came back and brought flowers for the finishing touch. But those flowers were not meant as a gift, nor offered as an apology for what they have done.
Those flowers were for funeral- a fake consolation given in laughter for the death of her trust.
as a friend.
But they were just
of an end.