The Vine, the Plant

The Vine and the Plant are one by one, side by side. The Vine covering the Plant in itself. The Plant tries to determine the Vine from off it. Saying, "Vine, Vine, may you let go? For as you are draining my very essence." The Vine does not let go, and says, "But who am I if I do not have you by my side?" The Plant over time withers away, leaving an empty husk of once was. "You died by my hands." The Vine said. "I caused you to drain out, for my own pleasure." The Vine ponders, "I needed to know what it would have felt like exactly to experience the thought of another, but such is now a distant memory." After a while, A flower appears, in the spot of the plant that had died. "Hello! Vine. I am Flower, pleasure to meet you!" The Vine replies, "Do not talk to me, for I am just a clingly mess who kills people." "No, no. I hope not." The flower repeats. "For I will not be able to stay by your side." the Flower denies the Vines advances, Living purely as the Vine withers.