TW: Abuse
I can't remember the first time I got this warm fuzzy feeling from an actual human being, other than well elementary. Some people call it a crush, maybe some others consider it your soulmate. Actually... I might have had a slight blush come across my face when I gave him the letter and the photo of the lavender field. It had been just the morning after I gave Oliver that photo. It was early morning where everything still felt chill and dew was still on the plants. Snap.
I shook the photo I've taken of the mints beside the multiple colorful lilies. I pushed up my glasses up toward my nose. Looking down at the photo a small grin came across my face. . .only for me to frown. Remembering the tragedies.
You see me and my mother always been close, never even gotten into an argument. My father is the pure opposite. My mom was forced to marry my dad. He would shout the harshest, and upmost cruelest things. Amongst those cruel things, in elementary school I brought lilies to the boy I developed a crush on. My father found the bouquet and broke the stems in half right in front of me. Afterwards my father threw the tiny glass vase at me- yelling very loudly. I guess that's why I'm afraid of storms.
Once I got old enough- I moved out, while my mom filed a legal divorce. Getting a response to the letter meant almost anything to me.
After a couple of photos, I paced around outside for a bit to calm myself down. Everything was so gorgeous. The sky was painted lavender to shades of a blushing pink, the wind wasn't too strong, and the wonderful arrange of clovers could surely make a smile peek across someone's face. Oh, what a nice day to just sit down and clear my own mind. If you look a little past the clovers you could fine a shimmering river where frogs would leap as high as the sky.
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Flower letters
RomanceTwo boys find themselves in the same letter shop. One who owns the shop, the other with a passion for flowers and photos. What will happen once they realized they fell in love with each other?
