Where she walks no flowers bloom. Flowers were too fragile for a woman like her. They were too sensitive. Just the slightest wrong move: too much water, too little water, too much sun, not enough sun…and suddenly they’re dying. No. She never was one for flowers. Sure they were beautiful, but so was she and she needed more than that. She needed something solid and enduring because, good hearted as she was, she was still clumsy, and forgetful. She was a fucked up hot mess, and she would kill you if you let her. She needed a cactus. A cactus can look out for itself.