Beautiful. I favor Violets, personally, but that being said: This is beautiful, tragic, heart-rending. I was waiting for them to kiss—but I suppose they may simply be friends, just ones with more in common than either would lead you to believe. Nihilism is one of my oldest companions, and we have a long-standing love-hate relationship, so this strikes a chord or two. Mellifluous and melodious, of course, but never quite so 'pure' as the emotions distilled by a White Rose. I've pierced others with verbal Gladioli, sadly, and received in kind, yet I know there's room to heal. Perhaps we'll each seek a balm (Aloe, anyone?) and grow stronger, branching out or setting down roots.
Sorry for mingling so many puns in there; hard habit to break, especially when you're as *entangled* as I am in them. Wishing you well, along with anyone else who's seen the bleakest side of life. Vegging isn't as fun when it's not voluntary.