Or perhaps it wasn't, maybe the plant was sad. Sad that the only person in the world that thought it was not scary, but instead beautiful and misunderstood was gone and could no longer care for it. As I am walking over to the magical plant, gently picking it up, I stare at it. Trying to see what he saw, because when I look at it; I see a venomous, toothsome being that had once sent me to the hospital wing for a week. It's bite was highly lethal and it could easily stun or kill a person. When you mix the combination of an already fatal plant with someone who is deathly allergic it's like fire and powder, and as they meet, consume. So no, our perspectives were not the same, but I couldn't help and feel as though his perspective of the plant was soon going to change. He once saw it as pulchritudinous, but in a few short minutes his opinion would develop and mature and he would see it for what it really was.