Chapter 32 Rocco

• After sitting for a while, and her cutting words, I decided to continue walking. Aria had apparently lost any filter for her words while in the deep slumber she had been within for the past weeks, saying some blunt things without even meaning to. But, I was doing my best to not allow them to affect me too much. However, it was proving somewhat harder than I expected, when the sweet voice saying them was the same voice that had once told me how much she had loved me...
• The sun was still shining gloriously upon the gardens of the pack, and Aria was still basking in its heat as we moved. My feet moved almost automatically as we walked along the paths of the gardens, Aria admiring each and every delicate flower we passed. Commentating on the color, or informing me of the type of flower it was. I was clueless. Gardening was not my strong point, and likely never would be.
• Had she recalled any of her time with me, she would know that I killed all the plants she had bought for my office because I simply forgot to water them. And the houseplants within our home would have suffered the same fate if it had not been for her... i simply was not meant to be a gardener. I would have forgotten the names she had given me right now, before we had even reached the end of the pathway, that much was guaranteed. Yet, I allowed her to continue to tell them to me, because I enjoyed the sound of her melodic voice...