Re: [GARDENS]
["Please," he begs, "please. Just do something. It doesn't have to be- oh, melodramatic and cruel. We played Apples to Apples! They all had fun!"
"Hmph. You will find I have little patience for games." She takes a drink of her tea and coughs into a kerchief. Sand sprinkles to the floor.
He falls to his knees in front of her, shoulders shaking. "Mother, I'm scared. Please. Please don't do this. Please don't do this."
"Do not weep, my son. All threads must be cut in time."]