Valens-Incendia

 Flowers. There are flowers absolutely everywhere, and if it weren’t for the fact that people cant see or hear me I would have no idea why. Lillie’s, chrysanthemums, poppies and carnations. Somebody sent a bouquet of hyacinth’s and there’s another made up of tiny forget-me-nots and cyclamens. When they first started arriving on the ship, I hadn’t understood why, but now I know there for me. Or, there for my family who’re mourning me.   Being dead is weird. For starter’s, I cant sleep anymore, no matter how hard I try to. The past few week’s I’ve lingered next to my old bed, watching Raz