Days, weeks, months.
He was anxious.
Head tucked in the palm of his hands, he refused to cry. It was hurting him internally.
Please stay with me.
The red columbine falls from his grasp. Not bothering to pick it up, he casts one look of guilt at the white wooden door.
He could hear it beeping. Slow and steady.
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flower boy // yang jungwon enhypen
Poesie[C O M P L E T E D] he gave her flowers, and she turned it into a garden. started : june 12, 2021 completed : june 14, 2021
