Mire

Mist lived her life as a flower shop owner, she never understood how and why she fell in love with it. By arranging and taking care of it, as if it was a child she was grooming. Every single time she enters her shop, she would always feel the sense of belonging and calmness. Watching people blush and smile before leaving her shop with her flowers always makes her happy more than anything else. She always thought that the connection she felt towards flowers where stronger than anything. Her life was simple and meaningful, she had 5 flower shops around the country, she was rich, she is happy with what she is doing. And she could never ask for more. Even though she was single, she never felt lonely, stead she was satisfied. Maybe she never really meant to have the man she will love in this lifetime. Now she is on her deathbed, arranging the last flower she had hoped to be displayed beside her urn at the columbarium. She had already left her wealth to the orphans and donated everything. What is left for her to do, is to die in peace. Lying on her queen sized bed, was an old woman but still was a beautiful as ever. Beside her was a white opaque soul. She glanced at the people around her who came to mourn for her death and when she felt satisfied she turned to leave and found a tiny orb floating. She was brought to whirl pool and there she found out she was set to be reincarnated.