Flower heart

In a quiet room, filled with subdued light and an atmosphere of mystery, she stood - the young woman with the flower heart. She held a magnificent peony whose delicate pink petals gently brushed her cheek. It was as if the flower was carrying her breath, reading her thoughts and keeping her secret.

The peony was no ordinary plant. It was the last gift of a long-gone love, a symbol of a promise that was never broken. “Carry me when you need strength,” he had said when he said goodbye, and she had kept his words deep inside her.

Every time she placed the flower against her skin, she felt a soft melody that sounded from a place beyond time. It was not only the melody of her memory, but also a song of hope, new beginnings and the beauty that lay hidden in every ending.

On this day, she didn't just stand there. She was preparing to say goodbye to the past and start a new chapter. But before she did, she closed her eyes and whispered softly into the heart of the flower: “Thank you for reminding me of what really matters - love, patience and the courage to move on.”